Black, done properly - deep and flat, goes with every jersey in your drawer. By hour four, a bad pair of bibs turns on you. The pad's gone flat, the straps are cutting into your shoulders, the leg grippers have rolled and started to climb. You spend the last hour shifting in the saddle instead of riding. The Element bib is built to not do that. It's the bib for the ride that actually fills your week - the long Sunday, the February block, the road that turns to gravel and you keep going anyway. A do-it-all road bib: at home on tarmac, unbothered when the surface breaks up. Not the pair you save for race day. The pair you reach for every time.