So, this morning my wife and I decided we needed to go to the bank to make a deposit. We wanted to take a walk rather than drive to the bank since it is only a few blocks away. Well, last night a strong cold front had come in and we didn't realize just how strong it still was until we were well on our walk. Anyway, I was out in my 9 yard MacGregor tank and had a fleece pull over with a scarf and wife and kids were bundled well for the cold, but we had not considered the wind. I thought with that "beast" of a kilt on it would not matter, and for the most part, it didn't. Then suddenly as we were walking down the street in the town square, the wind seemed to be swirling just right so that the pleats were flying up high. So my wife moved behind while I pulled my fleece low and cinched up the drawstring to hold the pleats below the point of...modesty.

From that point on things were fine. Fortunately, due to the weather not many people were out and about. However, it also meant I had little opportunity for interaction. But it was quite a fun story anyway.

I guess the tank is good against the wind, but a 30-40 mph wind can still lick it.