Taking literal numerical references under my wing is a newfound habit that can be entirely blamed on Rag & Bone. I'm feeling pretty guilt-free on this one though, so I'll join in on the shameless finger-pointing. As it turns out, dressing in flight mode with aviator bomber and racer pants can hasten normal routine, even to the most finite detail of dressing in separates for random occasions. Sensing a theme of speed here but hoping it doesn't fluctuate. Nix that, I'm prepped to beg for continuation.
In an effort to tack on a humorous anecdote, I'll add this: it's been humorous to see people's reactions to pants that would otherwise seem banal had they not been borne with slender side-stripes. I try to turn as much as possible to achieve full effect, but it doesn't hurt to be cryptic.