Can’t import the picture, but basically, everybody’s favorite Brit in argyle is rocking a Spitfire every time he flips up the kickstand. Millar’s Specialized shoes are just a smidgen of the wicked sweet kits and tech broken at this year’s Giro out like your new pair of Air Force Ones during Welcome Week.

Carlos Sastre gave the wife and tikes some dap on the inside of his crankarm, where you can find their initials … I think I picked a girl up at ‘Roys the exact same way. Oh, he’s got bearings all over his ride made of something called ceramics, too.

It’s not at all uncommon for the spring and summer fun stuff to make me feel slow, poor and unloved. But can a brother at least get a bike-riding shark to sit under his chamois?