My friend Anthony got this wool jersey off the free table at work (yeah, we got a free table where you put the old crap you don't want anymore and people take it. Hot FTA is known to yield treasure), and I am so jealous.
It's Santini wool, and that neck is so f'ing amazing. It's more badass than your dad could ever dream of being. If you tried to pull off something like that with a new garment you'd end up looking like Siegfriend & Roy, but in a vintage piece it's fucking unbelievable.
When he busted it out the other night he remarked that it had just been sitting in the bottom of his pannier for the last four months or so.
What an asshole.