Cubist
Still wavin'
- Location
- Ovver 'thill
For a reason I have yet to fathom, Mrs Cube thinks cycle clothing is a frivolous waste of money. I spend very little on clothes in general, wearing uniform at work, and about a decade's worth of jeans and T shirts still going strong for when I'm at home.
I am occasionally treated to a few pairs of boxers or socks, but those purchases usually coincide with Christmas, Fathers' Day or whatever.
The other day I decided, rashly it appears, to treat myself to a pair of MTB shorts. I ran it by Mrs Cube, who may or may not have been asleep at the time, (it gets ever more difficult to tell these days) and she answered, with what I took to be irony, that I was to wait until Christmas. Not having heard a definitive "No" I sallied forth to the LBS and bought a pair for the princely sum of £35. I chose an olive green pair of Humvees, and promptly rode off into the wilderness, comfy teflon-coated rip-stop fabric doing everything I expected of it.
When I got home, Mrs Cube was home from work and looked at my crotch. "Have you got padded shorts under your trousers?" she asked "Either that or you're a funny shape today."
I twigged that she thought the shorts were a pair of the Primark Specials I was generously given last summer (possibly why I had chosen Olive) but told her that the padding was from the drop liner. She made no further comment, so I presumed I had got away with it, but had not actually practised any deliberate deception.
A few minutes later young Cubester came in from his ride out, took one look and said "Cool MTB shorts Dad, did you get those today?"
I won't go into the debate that followed, as it involves a long and complicated dicussion about "making do" and "always have to have the right kit" and "don't understand technical niceties" and "waste of bloody money".
I am occasionally treated to a few pairs of boxers or socks, but those purchases usually coincide with Christmas, Fathers' Day or whatever.
The other day I decided, rashly it appears, to treat myself to a pair of MTB shorts. I ran it by Mrs Cube, who may or may not have been asleep at the time, (it gets ever more difficult to tell these days) and she answered, with what I took to be irony, that I was to wait until Christmas. Not having heard a definitive "No" I sallied forth to the LBS and bought a pair for the princely sum of £35. I chose an olive green pair of Humvees, and promptly rode off into the wilderness, comfy teflon-coated rip-stop fabric doing everything I expected of it.
When I got home, Mrs Cube was home from work and looked at my crotch. "Have you got padded shorts under your trousers?" she asked "Either that or you're a funny shape today."
I twigged that she thought the shorts were a pair of the Primark Specials I was generously given last summer (possibly why I had chosen Olive) but told her that the padding was from the drop liner. She made no further comment, so I presumed I had got away with it, but had not actually practised any deliberate deception.
A few minutes later young Cubester came in from his ride out, took one look and said "Cool MTB shorts Dad, did you get those today?"
I won't go into the debate that followed, as it involves a long and complicated dicussion about "making do" and "always have to have the right kit" and "don't understand technical niceties" and "waste of bloody money".
