Commuting logistics are hard. It involve a perplexing garment management challenge that would send super-computers convulsing into a blue screen of death.
The humble cycling brain must relinquish the quest for perfection and be satisfied with a better than average chance of arriving at work and finding a clean ironed shirt in the locker.
Forgive the addled pedaller, also trying to remember phone, wallet, keys, pass, a spare tube and lunch. If the sweaty pair of cotton Bonds you wore on the ride in are the only undies you have, then be decisive.
Making a presentation at the morning meeting without jocks is as close a thrill as many will get to an illicit workplace affair.
Bonus tip: Check your fly.