Is it just my wife, or is it kind of odd that I wash my mountain bike clothing -- pieces of apparel I routinely get muddy and wet, not to mention slam against the ground and trees -- on the washing machine's "delicate" cycle. I think it's appropriate and don't see anything really that odd about it, but Kristin thinks the irony is pretty comical.
Now what I think is rather ironic is that the warmest base layer (i.e. "wicking" for my sisters-in-law) I have closely resembles cheesecloth. The shirt is practically see-through, but man is it warm! Go figure.