A bib-tight prison

Went for a 3 hour night ride last night with a former shop employee. We were headed to Ft. Snelling, I figured it'd be fairly relaxed so I had a couple beers with dinner and suited up. Wind proof bib tights and all. About a half hour in I had to pee, but I figure I'll wait till we get to the woods. An hour in were at the woods, I still have to pee, and I realize that I'm trapped. My little sideburnz isn't getting out over the top or through the leg without first stripping all three of my top layers. I eventually made it all the way home, but I was feeling an awful lot like Doug MacKenzie by the time I got through the door. Oh, sweet release!