Mrs B and I recently happened upon a most ghastly sight. Whilst driving along a country road in Sussex we came up behind a male cyclist peddling furiously uphill in skin tight black lycra. Unfortunately, as we crawled along behind this chap we suddenly realised to our horror, that the lycra material around his nether regions had seen much better days. Let's just say that the material had become so worn that it was no longer fit for purpose.
I heard Mrs B let out a shriek of horror, then a sort of urghhh sound followed by uncontrolled laughter. Finally she said "Should we tell that chap that we can see his great divide? However at this point I was letting rip with the kick down in sport mode. I'd seen more than enough!