Saturdays ride started like any other autumn ride, check the tires, throw a little lube on the chain, fill the bottle and toss the snack in the jersey pocket. I say it started the same but about 2 miles in something truly odd happened…a wave….by another cyclist. He was fully kitted out in all matchy swag. I nearly fell over; I reluctantly threw my hand in the air to return the wave. Then a little further down the road yet another, this time from a jogger? I was dumbfounded until I realized the reason they where probably waving was the kit I was wearing which is by far quite possibly the raddest kit this side of the Pyrenees. A kit that demands respect and admiration from all who lay eyes upon it a kit that simply yet sternly says “the wearer of this kit rules the planet on a whole different level” just what is this mysterious yet magical set of cycling awesomeness you ask? Well it was hand delivered to me on Thursday and you can see it below.