So. This thing is what I wore to go biking on Friday night for Critical Mass and on Sunday night for the Night of the Living Dead Alleykat/poker-run. And of course, I rode my most ladylike bike available, the glamorous and portly old Schwinn Suburban. Oooh, but those Victorian naysayers were right, though. Put a decorous young lady in a bifurcated garment and hoydenish behavior ensues.
