This is a guest post by BikePretty.com, a stylish cycling blog by Melissa Davies, a fashion designer and avid bike commuter dedicated to making
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Let’s take the usual Girls’ Night Out and throw some bikes into the mix. There’s a lot to be said for club-hopping by bicycle:
- You don’t have to wait for a cab. Just put the fun between your legs and roll out.
- Skip the blush. You’ll get a nice rosy glow the natural way.
- Bike parking is rockstar parking. It’s way easier to find a spot where you can chain up your steed than to park two tons of metal and glass.
Yeah, sure sounds pretty good, you might be thinking, but what about the big issues? What am I going to wear?
For any night ride you want high-visibility clothing for safety and a tight fit for aerodynamic efficiency. To me, this sounds like the perfect time to bust out the tight & shinies!
A sequin top worn over your best skinny jeans is pretty much perfect. And you don’t have to leave your high-heeled strappy sandals at home, as my friend Liz just found out.
When she told me about her first time on two wheels and heels, I was so proud; she gushed that it was even easier than walking. The trick is to keep the ball of your foot on the pedal, and don’t pedal with the instep of your shoe.
Formal shorts are pretty much ideal for stepping out by bike (on that note, are they good for any other occasions, like church or say, court? Exactly how formal are they?). Just lace up a pair of on-trend high-heeled oxfords and top it off with a shiny sweater made of metallic threads. A French twist hairdo is much easier to fit underneath your helmet than a bun and about a million times classier.
I’ve been cycling in my fancy clothes for a while (it was practically my minor in college) but I didn’t really master it until last New Year’s Eve when I pulled out my sequined mini dress. Riding together to a friend’s house party, my boyfriend was captivated by the way my outfit caught the rays of his front light and scattered them back into the street. He still calls me “Disco Bootie.”