I said goodbye to my dragster's rattly mudguards just before I got my BMX bike in 1980. The nearest I have edged toward the extraneous gentility I thought they existed to symbolize, were the detachable plastic rear fenders I bought for my road bikes. Even they were a revelation. I had no idea the water up my arse had been coming from my rear tire all of those years. Full fenders raise the bar yet again, saving not only your bottom, but your whole bike, from needing a wipe.
On reflection, my attachment to some image of myself racing, at times when I was actually riding, was locking me into a narrow, repetitive, ritualistic cycling experience, that came at the cost of much bike cleaning and laundry. That said, I still have an axe to grind with Velorbis, about the way they're attaching their coat guards. We'll save that for a future post though, when I provide my critical review of the Velorbis, the only critical review of this sacred cow you will find on the web!