I still remember the day I knew I had to have a riding flannel shirt. I had just moved tothe other side of the country and I was meeting up for a trail ride with a new friend. It was a chilly September afternoon, and rain was threatening, so I wore a long-sleeve technical jersey under awind jacket, and water-resistant baggy shorts. When my friend rolled up, she was in a soft, snuggle-y looking lavender flannel, slim-cut capris, and chunky purple socks that read ‘FML’.
In short, she looked casual AF. Almost instantly, I became hyper-aware of how much I was dressed for an epic mountain bike ride. She, on other hand, looked like she was maybe thinking about chopping some firewood before hopping on her bike and dropping me…