You know the stuff: it's mostly from the 80s, neon that burns the retinas, fartbags that have been dutch ovened once too often. It might be worth hundreds to NYC pimps who buy their clothes on ebay but you have an illogical attachment to it and can't bear to ditch it.
I'll start the ball rolling. My 1989 Slalom Jumper. Yes that is pink lycra. Everyone thought it was so cool at the time, I just can't get rid of it. I felt like such a man slapping the gates in it.
Rad - Rong and disgusting.
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