I have to give these SODO pants a special mention because I truly believe these are the best workout pants I have ever owned. I’m serious!!! Let me explain, I’m super picky about the way clothes look but I am even more picky about the way they fit. I’m a firm believer in, “if you’re going to do something, do it right!” And that is exactly what SODO did with these workout pants. I have long searched for a pair of pants like these bad boys that meet my high standards of style, quality, and performance. They’re slim fit designed and fit perfect, not tight at all, yet, not loose either. It’s like the designer of these pants are psychic and knew exactly how I wanted them to fit before I even knew.
And did I mention the quality? Well, I’ve owned these pants for over a year now and really wasn’t sure if they would hold up or not because of how soft and delicate they feel. However, I have to admit my doubts have since disappeared. Here’s a funny explanation, don’t laugh because it’s still a little embarrassing and perhaps my ego is still a bit bruised but anyhow I was mountain biking with two buddies of mine and I decided to wear these really nice SODO pants that cost me a hundred bucks and had only had them for about a week or so on some expert level mountain biking adventure. Anyway, we’re on a trail, I’m wearing these nice pants, and we come to this sketchy spot in the trail, it’s a steep downhill zig-zagged drop with rocks and big ass tree roots sticking out to grab you. We decide to attempt it, first buddy makes it ok, second buddy made it but barely, and now its my turn. I’m so scared right now but the thing is, I’m not scared of falling and getting hurt, I’m scared of falling and hurting my pants lol. So I tell myself that my pants will be ok if I just focus on making it to the bottom of the slope. I look down the zig-zagged slope and come up with a bail out plan just in case I can’t save my SODO pants with my awesome trail blazing skills. I see tall grass to the left side of the downhill slope and on the right side, I see thick ass brush with millions upon millions of 1 inch thorns. So if I can’t save my pants by making it down the slope without falling, then I should at least be able to bail out to the left side of the trail where the tall-cushioned grass is in order to give my pants the best chance possible of surviving. Now I know what you might be thinking, if I’m so worried about ruining my pants with a gnarly rip and tear then why don’t you just walk away from the sketchy downhill slope? Because one, I’m a man, its what we do, we like to do dumb things and be impulsive. And two, my buds are watching, if I don’t at least try I’ll never stop hearing words like “wuss, wimp, mrs. bitchpants, pansy pants lover, wussy bitchbottoms”, and who knows what else. If I at least attempt it, I’ll have some dignity and even if I bust my ass, my buds will respect me for trying, but I’m just pissing-in-my-pants scared for my damn SODO pants.
Well anyway I said screw it, I got this and even if I don’t, I at least have this genius bailout plan to the left side of the trail. Tall cushioned grass, oh yeah! Alright here I go, I ease my front bike tire up to the edge, I quickly tell my awesome pants that I’m so sorry but I gotta do this and I push off. My first few split seconds are okay, then I start to notice my foot pedals are clipping these monster size tree roots, I’m losing traction, I’m losing balance, and I’m losing control. Just when I’m about to go for my bailout plan this tree stump comes out of nowhere. I drilled it with my front tire and the jolt propelled me over my handlebars, along with my sweet textured pants, right into the thorny brush on the right side of the downhill slope. There went my genius bailout plan, down the hill…literally.
So any who, I’m rolling down the right side of slope full of nothing but thorny brush and a few long enduring split seconds later I came to a stop in a thorn bush. I do my best to quickly stand up and I’m terrified to look down. In my mind, I’m thinking my pants are torn to shreds, my pants are obliterated, or my pants are completely missing and I’m as bared assed as I was on my birth day. I look down and my pants are still there, so that was the first good sign. Then, I start to examine the front, the back, and the sides of my pants for tears and rips in the fabric. My buddies are like “are you okay man?”, and I’m like “yeah my pants are fine! Hell yeah!” And they said, “no, are YOU okay? You have thorns all over your body!” They were right, I quickly gave my body a visual scan and noticed I had thorns everywhere, all in my hands, my arms, my legs, my back, my ass, but luckily, not my face. And yes, thorns in my legs means thorns in my pants, so I quickly started pulling the thorns out of my legs to save my awesome pants from going into cardiac arrest or who knows what else while my buddies yanked out the other ones.
After the thorns were all taken care of, I was extremely happy to see that my pants survived my disastrous fall without a pinch. No rips, no tears, nothing at all, just perfect like the day I bought them.
I don’t want to get into all the science behind the fabric but I’m sure there is a patent in there somewhere with awesome quality pants like these. Just know that if pants can survive what I have put them through, they’re made of damn good quality and fabric.
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