Our friend Chuckie V just posted this photo of himself doing his laundry.
Chuckie V, a former professional triathlete, turned coach, turned fashion faux pax seems to have a habit of waiting until the very last possible moment to wash his dirty laundry (read until he has nothing left to wear).
Which is fine unless you happen to do your laundry in a garage (with door open) in Solvang, CA with in a neighborhood made up of very old and very proper retired Methodist of Dutch origin.
FYI: We're just guessing about the Methodist ;-)
Anyway, when you do happen to wash your laundry dressed only in leg warmers and a bike helmet this is what can happen as described by Chuckie on his most excellent blog:
"I needed to do
laundry straight after my ride, so I'd have something to wear during
the following morning's workout. As is typical fashion (no pun
intended) I'd left it to the last possible minute. My laundry
hamper---a "borrowed" pushcart from Safeway---was overflowing and
smelled as though a roadkilled raccoon had sought refuge in it.
As
I always do, I stripped down to the bare minimum and threw just about
everything I had been wearing into the magical machine, then turned it
to the hottest water setting it would allow for ("boil") and tossed in
some non-scented, biodegradable, hypoallergenic detergent and went
about the rest of my post-ride duties: cleaning my bike before hanging
it up for the day. I didn't think much of it, to walk around the garage
in nothing but leg warmers and my bike helmet, as I've always done it
this way. But then I didn't expect the neighbors to swing by and say hi
for only the second time ever."
You should read the rest HERE.