It happens when you do not expect it to. 

You are not even shopping. 

You are just doing your thing. 

Riding from ‘A’ to ‘B.’ 

Or simply out for a ride. 

You are at a light downtown. 

The light that you think will change in your favour. 

But it does not. 

It has at least five different phases. 

You look over to your right, and into the window of a store. 

There are a couple of mannequins in the window. 

The one that has his hands on his hips is wearing a shirt. 

A shirt that has your name on it. 

A shirt that you never knew had your name on it. 

A shirt you never knew existed. 

A shirt in a store, that you hope does not mind if you leave your bike at the door. 

They don’t. 

It comes in your size. 

They go to fold it, get a box, get a bag. 

You tell them not to bother. 

You pull it over what you are currently wearing. 

You ride home. 

You feel like a million bucks. 

You know there were a couple of people you passed that feel the same way you do. 

‘Now that is a shirt,’ is what it would say in the thought bubble above their heads. 

You get home. 

Take it off and put it on a hanger. 

Open a beer. 

Take a shower. 

Know exactly what you are going to wear it with. 

Get dressed, never looking or need a mirror. 

Leave the house. 

Ride to meet your friends at the dinner you have known about for over a week. 

Ride up the driveway and open the gate. 

There they all are, sitting and standing around the backyard. 

Your friend’s wife says ‘welcome’ and ‘nice shirt’ in the same sentence. 

Those around her agree. 

You are not wearing it for this. 

You are wearing it because of how it makes you feel. 

That feeling that has no words. 

If it did have words, they would all be positive. 

That is the feeling of everything. 

A simple shirt, that simply has your name on it. 

‘Where did you get that?’ a friend asks. 

‘You Do Not Know the Name of the Store.’ 

Insert eyes open to everything emoji here. 

‘Dress Confidently. Ride Boldly. Ride YOU.’