Blame it on Florida’s exquisite bureaucracy, of course, and the fashionistas lurking in the Department of Transportation. Who knew they could be so stylish and yet so clueless? I’m all for improving the visibility of bikers, but at the same time reserve the right to maintain a little dignity.

Midnight Cowboy’s the only thing that comes to mind when I saw the state’s latest genius approach to reducing bike fatalities. Somewhere in Tallahassee, there’s a career desk jockey who’s life’s work is to make day-glo chaps a requirement for a two-wheeled endorsement. Ride safe, little Hulksters.