Bling on any pants you ride in is a no-no to me. I don't want my old saddle torn to bits by Swarofsky crystals on my back pockets.
It's one of the greatest things about being over 50; you stop caring what other people think about your clothes.
I don't want to look frumy all the time either but don't judge me by me style. I don't want the best money can buy just to make me look like others. That's what makes me, me.