Nothing to Wear but my Cycling Socks

6am and I was in an unfamiliar place this morning. My knee was aching so I decided to drive instead of bike to work. So I was understandably lost in my closet. All my favorite business casual wear resides at my cube. So I grabbed one of my finer summer suits. My wife just barely waking up noted 'wow you look nice this morning'. I kissed her on the cheek goodbye, thanking her as I pursued my alternative transportation adventure.

630am and I'm on the road, dressed for success let alone showered (though I seem to have a case of permanent helmet hair going on). It was going to be a straight shot to the city. So as I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge without a sweat, I happened to catch a glimpse of my riding buddies gliding along. So I sped ahead, deciding to meet them near the toll plaza where the tourists roam.

Greeted by a bit of showmanship and adrenalin backed smiles, Paul, Peter and Ken turned back to stop and say hello. Of course one look at me and rumors of possible interviews with Google surfaced immediately. I squashed the speculation by explaining the absurdity of my entire work wardrobe residing at the office. 

Comments such as 'The mark of a true cyclist', and 'That's funny!' echoed my thoughts exactly. After all a true cyclist wears cycling socks at work. And my Pearl Izumi mid wool socks have never looked so good.