I went to a conference last week at which I was offered the chance to wear an ankle-to-head blue lycra super suit for 45 minutes, in return for which $450 would be donated to the Starlight Foundation.
It was a no-brainer, so I did it. But to my surprise the company concerned gave
me the super suit.
So I am now the proud owner of one super suit.
Now ... there's a certain inevitability that I will wear it again. The kids think the idea of "Captain Super Dad" is pretty funny.
What I am trying to figure out, however, is how to suppress my instinct to be an idiot and take the suit to the track. The imp of the perverse is speaking to me very loudly about this, but I suspect my reputation as a cyclist would head in exactly the wrong direction if I can't stop myself from being silly.