Scott Path 30 Short Sleeved Shirt

As may be apparent from the photo, this is a casually-styled riding tee from those Euro-types at Scott.

This is a large, but it fits XL me quite nicely. There would be room for more armour – or a nice flappy, baggy, so-hot-right-now fit – for more normally sized folk. If you’re not keen on flap, size down. It’s got a hidden mesh pocket, and the seam at the back of the neck is shielded to prevent irritation. The styling is at the loud edge of understated – there are plenty of blues to play with, and their arrangement is quite arresting – and the different colours are actually different fabrics stitched together. Any concerns that the seams might be noticeable under a Camelbak or similar were quickly dispelled once I started riding though. The t-shirt apparently contains DryOxcell fabric, although whether this is one or all of the fabrics is unclear. It’s supposed to ‘dry faster’ – but the Scott website doesn’t tell you quite what it dries faster than. However, it certainly seems to hold its own in the dryness stakes compared to similar baggy riding tees I’ve tried. The darkest blue fabric in particular (for they are not quite the same, no!) is more perforated than the others, and so provides enhanced, refreshing coolage to my left armpit when riding fast. Aww, how did they know?

Overall: A nice, casual technical riding tee. If you like the styling, it’s worth a look.

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Barney Marsh

Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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