8.2

Today, I bought an odd cap made of the wrong fabric with a brim that can be flipped up or down but doesn't do much, really, to obscure anything but direct sun and rain in either orientation. It is my most recent concession to cycling. First, darts in my pant legs, then waking up at small hours of the morning, then quietly admitting that every day is leg day and I may never do another pull-up as long as I live. Soon, though, you'll see me in an odd little cap, if I like it, and you'll say "There goes a fool who doesn't know that you're only supposed to wear those when you're on the bike." Alas, your cultural rules mean nothing to me. I just think I'll prefer a cycling cap over a ball cap on warmish days, and I want a hat. What's wrong with that?