A long while back I tried peeing on my bike, but without success.

This morning, before a local Olympic race, I drank about a gallon of coffee.

Halfway through the bike I knew there was no way I could hold it til the finish. There was also no way I was stopping on such a short course.

That's when I relaxed and let it flow. Down the shorts, over the saddle, and into the shoes.

I did it once more for good measure, just to make sure I had mastered the technique.

Apparently necessity is the mother of invention.