There’s a moment most women riders have experienced, whether they say it out loud or not. It usually happens in a fitting room, standing in front of a mirror at home, or halfway through a ride when something just doesn’t sit right. The jacket pulls across the chest, the pants gap at the waist but squeeze at the hips, the armor shifts when it shouldn’t and somewhere in that moment, the quiet question shows up: Is it me… or is it this gear? for a long time, most of us assumed it was us.