When we tied the bikes into the truck at Brad’s the other night, there was a spot where a strap was rubbing on my Ducati’s fender. I wanted to keep my bike looking good for at least a few more days, so I asked if I could have a soft cloth to put under the strap.
Being ever the host, Brad took off his underwear (or pulled them out of a rag pile), and gave them to me.
So, meet Brad’s underwear.
I get the feeling you will be seeing them again.