These things are usually cut quite baggy so might become more like twin parachutes in use. I could even look like a twin-engined fighter jet as I approached to the roar of flapping nylon! Fitting rubber bands around the thighs might be counter-productive if my legs suddenly fall off. Besides, any extra layers between saddle and rider is just another layer to screw itself into an unwanted knot. Some people are sensitive about these things and I swear that area is not ripe for growing protective callouses through long [cycling] abuse.
I enjoyed a walk to the further woods but avoided entering. Large plates of cloud kept appearing on the westerly horizon but the threat of rain never amounted to anything. Huge clouds jumbled up inland, back-lit with dramatic effect. I followed a picturesque, inviting lane away from the traffic. The timeless, rural hush descended around me as I passed between 7' high corn. The purple tassels providing much needed decoration against the towering, dark green of stalks and unlikely leaves.
A late morning ride was delayed by a sudden downpour. Having left on sopping wet roads I discovered perfectly dry roads after four miles. A cross tailwind helped me up the big hill to my second target. Then into the wind for a few more miles. My final goal and I had a cross headwind to hinder progress on the last leg. It had stayed completely dry and mostly sunny despite the 'busy' and sometimes dark and threatening sky. 24 miles.