When you are on a 100 mile bike ride on that little seat you want everything to stay in place and lots of padding. I did one 50 mile ride with cheap shorts and afterwards I felt like I had been traded for a carton of Kools at the State Prison.
BUT . . . there's a local bicycle club here that is just FULL of scofflaws, not to the same extent as the CM nutz, but enough that I worry about (accidentally) killing one of them.
We live on a winding, narrow, very hilly road with half a dozen completely blind curves/hills. The bicycle club has seen fit to schedule 2x a week rides down this road. It is absolutely nervewracking to be driving along minding your own business when the "peloton" pops over a hill or around a curve . . . riding 6 or 7 abreast so that one or two riders are over the center line. I had to jam on my brakes just yesterday to avoid one of these idiots who was just about level with my hood ornament as I crested the hill.
Then he has the nerve to flip me the "Hawaiian peace sign" . . . when it was only my quick reactions that saved him from a messy death on my grillework. . . .
ROFLMAO! Please send remittance for keyboard. :-)~~