It turned out the dos and don'ts when it comes to pants was not the only new piece of information we had to digest on that maiden voyage. As one rider fought to get her feet in the cleats, (for some time) and we learned road cycling sign-language, almost fell-off the bikes when one of our mentors screamed, 'Cleats out.' and some of us had only just got them in, certain team members wriggled and readjusted their sitting position throughout and gradually got quieter and quieter.
Out of pity or because we were going too slow, our planned route was shortened. We had run out of steam and padding for that matter. Pants or no pants, the bums needed hardening up.
Changing for lunch was interesting though. Going commando at the house of someone you only met that morning was unexpected...