When I first started mountain biking (circa 1999 – which is like, whoah!) I wore a t-shirt, a pair of green-ish khaki-ish shorts, and Tevas. And I rode a lot. There are no pictures of those days, fortunately, but I can promise you that it wasn’t a good look. It also wasn’t very comfortable.
After a while I graduated to lycra and that, in it’s various forms, was my on-the-bike uniform for the next 15 years. There were jerseys and chamois. Tri shorts and tri tops. Cycling tanks and skinsuits. They all looked a little different but they were all skin tight.
As my cycling wardrobe slowly gravitated away from basic black and towards being covered with sponsor logos, I started feeling a little self-conscious. Team kits are great and all but sometimes I didn’t want to look like I was headed to a race. Sometimes I wanted to wear some normal freaking clothes, clothes that I could lounge around in afterwards without having to think about sucking in my stomach or whether I should down that post-ride beer (the answer to that question is always yes, by the way).
And thus, the search for baggies began.
I tried a few brands, whose names I won’t mention, and didn’t love them. They never seemed to fit quite right. They always seemed to ride up. They always sent me running back to my lycra. I gave up.
I grabbed a couple pairs and scurried into the fitting room to try them on. I loved the gorgeous patterns and buttery soft fabric. I didn’t like how long they were. I’m all of 5’4″ if I stand really, really tall and the majority of that height is in my torso (making many women’s specific bikes a terrible idea for me, but that’s a topic for another post). My femurs? They’re comically short. And the Shredlys felt way too long.
I hung them back up and went on my merry way. But I kept thinking about them.
A few months later we were in Fruita and I found myself eyeing the selection of baggies at Over the Edge. I once again grabbed a pair of Shredlys and tried them on. I showed them to my husband and asked if he thought they were way too long. They’re baggies, he said. They’re supposed to be long.
So I bit the bullet. I ponied up to the counter, handed over my credit card, and wondered I was making a big mistake.
An hour later I was out at Kokopelli’s, making my way around some of my favorite trails in the state. And I was obsessed. These shorts? They didn’t ride up. They didn’t annoy me. They didn’t make me want to give up on baggies forever. I was in love.
It’s been almost a year now and I can tell you that I have more than gotten my money’s worth. These days I wear them pretty much anytime I’m on my mountain bike. Or on my paddleboard. Or when I pull the kid in his trailer down to the bakery for a croissant and cortado. They weren’t cheap but, please believe, that they have paid for themselves many times over.
Thanks for the folks at Shredly for making beautiful baggies that actually fit female cyclists. I, and my desire to not wear lycra all the time, thank you.
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