i'm riding to my regular monday night gig -
the skirt ride.
and it's a hot night.
so, like always when its hot out,
my jersey is unzipped a bit.
but unlike always,
i am wearing a sports bra i haven't worn since this incident -
i really shouldn't even still own the bra,
not sure why it wasn't thrown out after the incident.
but, it was on top of the laundry pile and i was in a rush
and the incident never even entered my mind as i threw it on
and headed out to ride through the heavily populated park.
so i'm riding. i'm riding.
and i totally think i'm cool.
but then, something doesn't feel right.
something is amiss.
it feels quite breezy.
dare i say chilly?
so i look down.
there it is.
almost one year to the date.
its like a wardrobe malfunction