So I have some shredded chamois. It’s very shredded. It’s definitely time to move on, but I’ve been resisting because it has sentimental attachment. To put it in context, I was hit by a truck cycling 3 years ago wearing it, wearing them training on the trainer when I couldn’t ride a real bike for two years felt like giving the driver the bird. Doesn’t make sense but that’s how it was for me.
I have been suffering with these on the path to recovery 3-5x per week since then.
So there’s no question that these are now ready to throw in the windows of Couchlandrian dens of donutness.
So… What is the appropriate ritual to farewell some much loved shredded chamois?
As long as it doesn’t involve me blending it and eating it I’ll pretty much consider anything