On the Road

I'm in Philadelphia today, fulfilling a commitment to facilitate a meeting for a non-profit group.  I made this commitment before I accepted my new job, and negotiated an agreement to let me fulfill this obligation.

I took the train to Philly from DC.  While our train service in the U.S. is generally abysmal, especially compared with train service in Europe (or even the Ghan in Australia), let's say, "it's serviceable" for such a rather short distance (about 120 miles/193km).  I probably could have driven here for less money than the cost of rail fare, but when you add up the exorbitant cost for parking in the city, plus wear-and-tear on my nerves (I hate to drive on interstate highways), then using the train is the best choice, especially since I'm not in a hurry.

I will come home tonight, then leave for Seattle tomorrow.  I tell 'ya, reminders of my years of on-the-go travel with back-to-back trips doing multiple tasks are returning quickly!  The skills I learned as a seasoned "travel warrior" have been dusted off and re-engaged.

I still dislike traveling though, for three reasons:

1. It's a huge hassle with all the security crap and the nickle-and-diming that airlines do.  It's just no fun any more.

2. I hate to be away from home.  I miss my partner and miss important things to me that happen while I'm gone: my nephew's school play, seeing a concert that my partner had gotten tickets to see months ago, and a visit in DC by someone who is very close to me, but who lives in Los Angeles.

3. With my strange diet due to a chronic health condition, I always have struggles with finding foods that don't set off ... um... "challenges."  Change in the water, etc., do not set well with me.  Plus, I'm generally not the kind of guy who likes to eat out.  I much prefer to prepare my own meals and eat at home.  

Oh well, the bright side is that I'll get to see several colleagues who I have known for years and renew working relationships, and make new contacts too that will help with my new job.

Life is short:  be where you need to be and get the job done!

Did My Parents Know They Raised a Leatherdude?

Today, November 29, is/was my Mom's birthday.  I say "is/was" because my Mom passed away in 1998.  I still miss her and think of her often, as does my partner.

Yesterday, my partner and I were beginning the process of decorating the house for Christmas.  As usual, we talk about whatever item we are putting up, and the memories that it brings to us.

One of the items I was putting up for display is an old yule log and two St. Nicholas statues.  This display is kinda old and kinda tired, but is sentimental to me, because it was the first set of Christmas decorations that my Mom and Dad bought together.  I inherited it and display it in memory and honor of my parents.

So there I was, admiring that display and standing next to it, describing to my partner what the display meant to me, and being a bit nostalgic as the memory of my Mom and her birthday were causing some tears to well up. 

My partner looked at me up and down, then asked, "did your parents know they raised a leatherdude?"

That's not quite the question or comment I thought I would hear.  He meant it all in jest.  Nonetheless, he couldn't help but say something, because there I was in a leather shirt and pair of comfy leather jeans, with tall black boots.  Honestly, this is "normal" attire for me when I'm on my own time.

My reply at first was to say nothing at all, but rather, to think.  Then I just said, "well, probably not in the sense of what a 'leatherman' is in the gay world, but Mom probably knew that I liked leather."  My Dad didn't, because I was only 12 when he passed away.  But I was an adult and already riding my third motorcycle when my Mom died.  She had seen me in full leather often -- and never said a thing.  She probably just thought what most people do:  "well, he rides a motorcycle, so he wears leather." 

Yes, I do value the functionality of leather as protective and warm motorcycle clothing.  But I also wear it even when not riding my motorcycle, like yesterday. 

I digress... did my parents know they raised a leatherdude?  No... but did they know that they raised a child who was adventuresome and enjoyed wearing protective and stylish clothing suitable for his interests?  Yes, they did.  Even Dad knew that I liked boots and wore them when I rode horses.  Mom knew that I liked boots and leather, and wore both boots and leather gear more often than I rode my motorcycle.

So what?  They loved me for the man I was, not for what I chose to wear.

Life is short:  cherish memories.

Time for Leather Alterations?

My brother-from-another-mother, AZ, was half-kidding and half-serious with me the other day when I was describing that on Thanksgiving, I actually lost more weight.  He said, "is it time to have your leathers altered?" 

I was so busy rushing around and working the crowd that day, that I didn't eat much.  But that was by design.  I know I have a weakness that when good food and, especially, desserts are around, I can get "snacky."  Nibbling all day doesn't help with the weight-loss goals that I have for myself.

This year, instead of being tempted, I asked others in my family to help my senior pals through the buffet and desert line, and I stayed away.  I scurried around from helping people get out of their cars and into our home, doing many "stair climbs" to stash coats, as well as to run to the basement to check on visitors down there, and lots more.  When you're entertaining 100 friends over 14 hours, it can be quite a lot of exercise.

I actually measured the exercise I got on Thanksgiving by placing a pedometer on my belt when I got up at 4am, and set it to zero.  When I finally collapsed into bed at 9pm, I casually looked at the pedometer, and it registered 65,042 steps!  By using a steps-to-miles calculator, using an average man's stride length of 1.5 feet, I figured that I walked 17.5 miles (28.1km) on Thanksgiving Day!  Whew!  No wonder I was so sore and tired at the end of the day!

Because I successfully avoided my weaknesses and did not snack, despite many pies, cakes, and a million cookies and other treats being around, I found that I lost seven more pounds since the day before Thanksgiving.  Gosh, this beats a gym membership for sure -- and is cheaper, too!

How I really noticed my more recent weight-loss was that I put on a pair of favorite leather jeans to wear yesterday, and the jeans were riding so low on my waist that I realized they were falling down because my waist had shrunk.  I took them off and weighed myself.  Much to my delight and surprise, I had lost another seven pounds from the last "milestone measurement" taken two weeks ago.

I tried notching my belt a little tighter, only to realize that I had no more notch to tighten it to!  I went to my dresser and found a belt that I used to wear ten years ago, when my waist was 6" narrower, and it fit.  I put the old belt on those leather jeans and they're now riding on my waist where I want them to be, though they now look a big baggy.

Hmmm... is it time to have my leathers altered?  So suggests my brother-in-heart.  This isn't such a bad situation, as I now can wear (or re-wear) some of my older leathers that I haven't been able to wear in a decade.

Now, if I can only keep this up through Christmas....

Life is short:  celebrate self-set goals!

No Website Updates?

Someone sent me an email asking why my boots and leather website has not been updated since November 12.

Answer is:  I haven't had time.  I had surgery to have a hernia repaired on 12 November, then a week to recover.  After that, I began working at my new job.  Then we had the Thanksgiving holiday this week, which found us entertaining 100 senior pals.

While I haven't had time to update or add to my website, but that doesn't mean that I have given up on it.  I will update it from time to time, as there are things to do, or new photos to add. 

I have to admit, though, that I did take Northbound Leather up on a huge discount for some formal leather a while ago.  I should have the gear by Christmas and will post pictures then.  Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, I will be traveling to Seattle on 1 December (through the 6th) for a series of work-related meetings, but I'll have time on the weekend to do some exploration as well.  If you're in Seattle and want to meet up, let me know.

Life is short:  time is, unfortunately, limited.

Frantic Friday

In the U.S., today is referred to as "Black Friday" meaning that many stores and on-line retailers offer discounts and deals.  It's supposed to be among the best days for businesses to make money due to the high volume of customers.

All well and good.  I completed my Christmas shopping in July and have no need nor desire to do any shopping today.  Bah, humbug.  (That's the only slightly negative thing you'll hear me say, by the way.  I am just one of those guys who doesn't get into shopping whatsoever.)

I am actually working today (this post having been written last night and schedule to appear this morning.)  I have my first business trip coming up to Seattle next week, so I have to put everything together for the trip.  Actually, it is five activities in one trip: presentation on Thursday afternoon, meeting with some feds on Friday, another meeting with a colleague on Friday afternoon, open weekend, then a presentation on Monday morning followed by a meeting that afternoon, then I get to fly back home.

I prefer to make my own travel arrangements, rather than have someone else do it for me and not select flights, hotels, etc., that I prefer.  Even with restrictions on what airline I must use, there are ways around that, so I don't have to take, for example, Continental or AirTran or United (which for various reasons I don't like), and can use a carrier of my choice that offers a competitive fare and on which I accumulate frequent flyer miles.

Funny (odd), but this is the first Friday after Thanksgiving that I have had to work since 1992.  Usually, I spend this day cleaning up after our Thanksgiving Pot Luck.  Fortunately, my family and partner did 99% of the cleaning last night, so all I have to do today on my lunch hour is make a quick run to the dump (ooops, here in Snoburbia, we call it the "transfer station.")  We have trash and a lot of recyclables to dispose of, and it is better to take care of this massive chore rather than expect our regular trash service to pick up all that stuff (plus, I want to get the use of my garage back as quickly as I can.)

We had a great day yesterday, with 100 of our closest senior pals enjoying the day with us.  It really was a lot of fun, and not much work.  We smiled, laughed, sang, and some of the folks watched football with my partner in his basement "man cave."  I stayed upstairs most of the time just visiting and listening.  I really don't care for football.

Today as you may be going about shopping or eating leftover turkey or whatever, think of me, actually working at my new job.  And, truly, enjoying it because I can sit here in my leather and work from home.  Best of all worlds!

Life is short:  keep workin'!

Thankful

Today is Thanksgiving Day in the United States, and I have much to be thankful for.

First, I am thankful for my beloved partner who always finds ways to love, to share, to be my best half, my lover, my friend and confidant, my trusted adviser and the window to my soul.  Honestly, I have no idea how I could live without him, as he is me and I am him, entwined together through life.

Second, I am thankful for the nudge to get out the door from my old job through a layoff in June to give me the time to get my aunt through and past a serious medical crisis, back into her home with 24-hour care.  I needed to leave, as the fit for that job wasn't so good, supervising child-like millennials was a huge hassle, and the salary was ... (not so good).

Third, I am thankful for being selected for my new job and receiving an exceptionally generous offer.  I began working this week.  It's challenging, interesting, and commanding of my skills and talents, testing me in new ways, and helping me to live, to grow, and to explore new things.  I'm always interested in learning.  I thrive on these challenges, which will keep me busy but not overwhelmed.  And woo-hoo to three really great benefits: I get to work from home most of the time; I don't have to supervise anyone; and I don't have to have a smart phone (Blackberry or otherwise.  Yippie!)

Fourth, I am thankful for my loving and caring family.  For being there for me always, through bad times (such as when I broke my leg in January) to good times (such as at various family parties and our weekly dinners), and everywhere in between.  I am so richly blessed by the whole fam-damily, all 232 of 'em!  (including cousins...)  [And that includes my siblings who read and contribute to this blog LOL!]

Fifth, I am thankful to have had the opportunity to care for my lovely 95-year-old aunt during the winter of her life, and being able to make her life as comfortable, safe, and happy as possible.  I truly feel that her care is "my calling" and I was called....  She is a joy and I am thankful to have her to care for and to love.

Sixth, I am thankful for my "senior legion" who care for and about me, and let me care for them.  During my down-time with the broken leg earlier this year, they were there for me -- from preparing meals and delivering them, to just staying with me to ensure that I didn't hurt myself trying to get around, as well as keep me company.  I thrive in a different way by extending my spirit to reach out and care for them from daily phone chats to regular visits, to doing home repairs, taking them grocery shopping or to the doctor's office ... whatever.  It truly "takes a village" and they are my village.

Seventh, I am thankful for my close friends with whom I share a wonderful bond of camaraderie, joy, and life.  I truly enjoy the times we communicate and visit.  Their spirit warms my heart and makes my life so much richer.

Eighth, I am thankful that again this year, we're having our crazy-huge Thanksgiving Pot-Luck at our house.  So today as you go about whatever you're doing, imagine my partner and me, as well as 14 members of my family, hosting over 100 seniors (on visits spread out throughout the day).  Singing at the piano in the living room, chatting with friends in the family room and den, or watching "the game" (whatever game it is) on the TV in my partner's basement "man cave."  Food's on the buffet in the dining room, and drinks are on the island in the kitchen... come 'n get it!  (But be sure to take a plate full of food & goodies home with you when you leave, as I don't want to have to deal with all those leftovers!)

I regret to disappoint some follower of my "Thanksgiving antics" each year, but this year I did not have the time to create a Thanksgiving Piano Tune in full leather.  I had to work at my new job all week this week, and after work, I had to get the house ready for our event today, arrange to borrow folding chairs, tables, etc., from some neighbors, and do a million other things.  I usually created that video on Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  This year, I just didn't have time or energy to make one.  As I said, some will miss it, and others will not.  So be it... not gonna happen this year.

I wish you and everyone celebrating Thanksgiving a wonderful, joyful day, filled with happiness.  Please take time to thank the important people in your life, your Deity if you believe, but most of all, thank yourself for reading through this long missive! 

Life is short:  be thankful!

Discipline

Uh-oh, here I go again, raising the specter of perhaps this blog post being about something that some guys into leather get into.  Sorry... not the case.

This post is just to say that yes, I have begun my new job, and so far so good.  It takes a long time to get on board, with all sorts of paperwork and forms and such.  Photo IDs for this-and-that, fingerprints, retina scans, passport validation, etc., etc.  But it's all good... I finally got my network ID and access to email, but not, as yet, a VPN so I can't quite yet access all the systems at the office remotely.

I did get one of those cool new devices that hooks up to my laptop for accessing it.  This thing, called a CAC card, gives me access to the building as well as access to certain parts of the network, and when connected, actually makes my work phone number ring on my home phone.  It probably does other stuff too that if I found out about it and told you, I'd have to shoot you.

The "discipline" to which I am referring in the title of this post is working from home.  Most of the time, I will be working from my own home, and not in an office.  Even though the office is just a few miles from my home, there's no reason to go there, as the majority of people I work with are scattered all over the U.S. and we all work together in greater cyberspace.

I must remain diligent in working on work time.  No foolin' around on the computer, answering personal email, writing blog posts, or commenting on Facebook.  I really do have a serious work ethic that when I'm at work, I'm working, regardless of location.  That type of self-discipline is what earns me the right to be able to work remotely, because they trust that I'll focus on getting the job done, and I don't need to be in an office to have someone watch me do my job, which is mostly using the phone and a computer.  I can do that anywhere.

Pretty cool new way of doing work.  No commuting.  No hassles.  Start work as early as I want, and knock off at a reasonable time so I can have dinner prepared for my partner and handle other stuff, too, as needed.  I can also take my "lunch hour" to visit my aunt who lives 5 minutes away.  Heck, I'm pretty fat, dumb, and happy with this new gig... let's hope it lasts.

By the way, "fat, dumb and happy" is a figure of American speech.  By working at home and taking lunchtime to visit my aunt, I can skip lunch and thus continue my weight-loss program by reduction of caloric intake on non-essential meals.  Also, since I don't have to start work until 6:30am, I can continue to take my weight-loss walks between 4:30 and 6, which is also good for me. As I said, "it's all good!"

Life is short:  let's hope this easy-peasy method of working is able to last!

Turning the Page

Today marks the end of one significant block of time in my life as I transition to another.  Today, I begin work at a new full-time job.  I was actively recruited for the position and survived some rather challenging interviews to get it.  I was offered the position in September, and was led to believe the appointment was imminent.  However, I had to go through an extensive background and security check, and wait for that to clear.  That happened in October.  Then funding had to come together, and that finally happened in November.  So now I can start work.  Yippie!

I was no slouch since I was laid off in June -- contrary to ribbing I have received from friends, I have not slept until noon and then played on the computer all day.  I spent a lot of time every day during my time off caring for my aunt.  However, that wasn't all that I did:  I bought and fixed up another house which just was rented by a first-year cop as affordable housing.  I did a lot of repairs and maintenance on my own home -- so much so that I developed a hernia which was surgically repaired last week.

I (tried to) take some time to go for motorcycle rides, but I didn't have as much time to ride as I would have liked.  But when I went, I had fun.  I also spent a fairly significant time taking pictures for and updating my website, including developing a major "refresh" for the Home Page.

I don't really know where the time flew from June to November, but now it's time to return to a more predictable, income-producing routine.  This is indeed the most major position I have taken on -- lots of responsibility, a lot of work, and a salary commensurate with the challenges involved.  I think I'm ready.

The new job will involve some travel, and some of the trips will be significant to U.S. territories in the Pacific, including remote islands that are hard to reach by commercial air.  Oh well, I'll figure that out when the time comes, as I've been to those islands in my past life.  In fact, I have my first trip already booked for a major international conference in February, located on an independent island nation in the South Pacific.

Some friends have been asking me, "how did you ever have time to work with all the other stuff you're doing?"  Good question.  My response has been, "I've learned both how to multitask well and how to manage my time."  But in all honesty, I know some things will have to change.

For example, I suspect that I will not have much time to write posts for this blog so they appear each and every day.  I may have to blog less often, especially because my work ethics prevent me from considering taking any time while on the job to dabble in blogging (or even answering personal email).  Further, I know I will not have time to make videos nor take pictures to update my website.  Again, that will have to "wait and see" when or if I have time for these things.  I want to give my fullest concentration to my new job and not be distracted by my hobbies.

Wish me well as I pursue the next chapter in my life, and I continue to learn that...

Life is short:  pursue it with commitment and gusto!

Boot Hooks and Hanging Boots

I was sent an email recently asking for my opinion about what type of hooks to buy to use to hang boots from a rod.  That is how I store a number of my boots.  Hanging them by their bootstraps (or boot pulls) keeps the boots in shape, and gets them up off the floor and out of the way.

My opinion is that you do not need to purchase expensive hooks from a specialty store or even a retail home supplies store.  Do what I have done:  cut apart wire coat hangars.  Those hangars are easy to find, and often are provided by a cleaner when having shirts laundered or dry cleaned.

All you need to do is cut the wire with a strong pair of wire cutters (or the cutter blade found on some good-quality pliers) and bend them to form hooks.  You can make them as long or short as you want, customized to the length that may be required for a pair of boots that may have deeper boot pulls than others (such as sewn inside a boot shaft vs. leather pulls sewn over the top of the shaft).

No need to waste money on expensive products when making your own will do just fine, and is easy, simple, quick, and cheap.

Life is short:  be practical and save money!

Classic Bamaboy

I have the distinct honor and privilege of having developed a very close friendship with a guy who has quite a reputation for producing high-quality photos of some of his boots.  Striking, masculine, classy, and with style ... and with a charm unique to this guy whose self-deprecation belies his intelligence.  Smart as a whip, he is, but I shan't say more, else it will go to his head.

The guy I am talking about goes by "Bamaboy".  Yeah, he lives in Alabama, but is a man of the world.  Quick-witted and skilled, he continues to blow me away with his creativity and artistry.  Ooops, there I go again....

It was kinda funny how our friendship developed, but I'm glad it did.  I am also pleased to have met him in person -- and he told me that I'm the only one from the "boots gang" at hotboots/BOL who he has met in person.  He is a very private guy.  He is honorable, good to his family and loved-ones, and honest as the day is long.  Our values are parallel, and our respect for one another runs deep.

This photo was posted by Bamaboy on the hotboots/BOL board yesterday, sorta at my urging.  The board has had a "harness boots week."  He has posted this image on that board before, but so long ago that many haven't seen it.  The boots in this photo are now in my collection as Bama told me he was going to sell them, and gave me "first dibs" to buy them from him.  I wear these boots when I ride my Harley, and think fondly of my friend each time I do.  And I no longer wonder why these boots wander off into mudholes... (giggle).

Life is short:  cherish close friends, and hold them with respect and honor in your heart.

An Image That Means "Motorcop"

The image below was used on the title page on the inside of a motorcycle magazine published by a popular motorcycle owner's group.  There was an article in the recent edition of the magazine about motorcycle cops, and was a description of their work.

I found it interesting that the image selected by a mainstream motorcycle magazine to depict a motorcop is his boot -- in this case, a Chippewa Hi-Shine -- and the badge on the tank.

It sure is a handsome boot... as photos below attest -- one of my own boot, and the one below that of a cop who attended Law Ride in 2009.

Note: ALL of these images of Chippewa Hi-Shine Boots show these boots with lug soles. Chippewa (owned by Justin Brands) does not make these boots with lug soles -- yet. Each of us arranged for a cobbler to add Vibram 100 lug soles to our respective boots. Chippewa: I hope you're watching, and take notice of the demand for lug soles on these boots!

By the way, I bought my Chip Hi-Shines from Stompers Boots of San Francisco -- best price on these boots anywhere.

Life is short:  enjoy lug-soled Chippewa Hi-Shine boots!

How To Wear Biker Boots

Google directs a number of visitors here with questions about how to wear "Biker Boots." I am unsure why someone would enter that question in a search engine, but they did... so here goes.

Q.  How do you wear biker boots?

A.  On your feet.

Q.  No, seriously, how should a guy wear biker boots?  With jeans tucked in or not?

A.  Okay, seriously:  either way.  Seriously.

Q.  Does wearing jeans inside boots look gay?

A.  This statement, or shall I say, "label," is heard sometimes, mostly from insecure men who are afraid of being labeled with anything related to being gay.  Read this post for more info about boots "looking gay."

Q.  What boots are best for bikers?

A.  I have answered this several times, here, here, and here.  But the short story if you don't want to revisit past blog posts are boots that are tall enough to cover and protect your ankles, and that have sturdy, well-constructed soles (such as Vibram 100 lug) that provide good traction, and are reasonably priced.

Q.  What boots look best on bikers?

A.  That is a matter of personal opinion.  A regular "biker-biker," that is, a guy who rides a cruiser or touring bike, looks good in a pair of regular black harness boots or engineer boots.  Modern-day boots made for motorcycling look like a cross between hikers and sneakers -- and in my humble opinion, don't look as good on a biker as traditional harness or engineer boots.  But each guy is entitled to his own opinion.  (Kids who ride crotch-rockets seldom wear boots at all.)

Q.  What about cop boots?

A.  Sure, tall black patrol boots look great, especially on a cop, but also on any guy riding a motorcycle while wearing breeches or leather.  Patrol boots make a commanding appearance and have a unique style.  These boots are made for motorcycling.  However, I've noticed in my some 30+ years of riding, that only two types of men wear tall black patrol boots:  1) motor officers, and 2) gay guys who like to wear leather to attend various "runs" or events, but seldom, if ever, actually ride a motorcycle.

I will probably get grief from some friends who are retired cops or another group of biker buds who like to wear patrol boots as I do, but I recognize that most bikers do not choose to wear patrol boots if they're not a cop.

Q.  So how should a guy wear them?

A.  Regularly and often, usually with regular ol' blue jeans.  Stand tall, walk confidently.  Biker boots look good with blue jeans (but see this post for full details on what to wear with biker boots).  And there is no "rule" that biker boots must be black.  Brown biker boots look good, too, and many bikers wear them.

Q.  How long does it take to break in a new pair of biker boots?

A.  It depends on the boot and its construction.  Low-grade biker boots, like the Harley brand (made in China) break in quickly, because the leather and soles are soft and generally thinner than the materials used for higher-quality boots.  Mid-grade biker boots, such as made by Chippewa, Red Wing, Boulet, and others are made from decent leather and often have a Vibram sole.  They break in rather easily by wearing them for about 8 - 16 hours.  Hi-grade biker boots, such as made by the West Coast Shoe Company ("Wesco Boots") are made of very thick leather and have very rugged soles.  Those boots can take weeks of wear to break in so they conform to the wearer's foot and are comfortable.

Patrol boots should be broken in manually before actually wearing them, as described here.

Q.  What else should I know about how to wear biker boots?

A.  Remember:  image.  A biker presents a sense of confidence and ruggedness.  His boots should present the same.  Stand tall, walk proudly.  Even if you don't actually ride a motorcycle, it's okay to wear biker boots.  They are comfortable, durable, and are a good-looking alternative to other types and styles of boots, such as cowboy boots.  Mix it up!

Life is short:  wear biker boots!

Autumn Splendor

My partner and I like autumn more than Spring.  While autumn represents the turn of life toward winter, it is also a time when we have pleasant, warmish days, and the time to enjoy it.  In Spring, we're always so busy with work on and around the house, it's summer before we know it.  In autumn, though, the days are slow and lazy, relaxed and comfortable.

Ordinarily, I have enjoyed some of my nicest motorcycle rides in autumn, as well.  This year, my riding season has ended prematurely because of recent surgery preventing me from riding for a while.  But that's okay, I'll survive.

Meanwhile, my partner and I are enjoying the autumn leaf change in our very own back yard. We took some time to take a stroll and admire the estate (as much as one could call it that... LOL!)

Life is short:  enjoy its vibrancy!

Back in My Boots

I am delighted at how quickly I am recovering from my hernia surgery.  Per doctor's written follow-up notes, I took off the bandage and took a shower yesterday.  The incisions were small, and are almost unnoticeable.  I do not have any swelling or bruises, nor signs of post-operative infection.  I can walk well, and have no pain.  I'm sore, but only when I move from a sitting to a standing position.  I stopped using narcotic pain killers on Saturday, and by today, I didn't even need Excedrin.  I'm really feeling good!

I got out of my sweats into regular clothes again on Monday, including wearing boots again.  But I am not doing anything at all -- just relaxing, and minding orders of my best half not to exert myself.  When he returns to work today, senior pals will spend time with me (babysit?) to ensure that I remain quiet, and not try to do anything stupid that could set me back.  But it sure is good to be back in my boots again -- pictured, my Chippewa harness boots with Wranglers.

I promise to be "good".  I have much to look forward to next week when I start my new life in my new job on Monday.  I want to be all ready for that.  So I will rest this week, enjoying support and good cheer from senior pals who are only too happy to keep me company, bring me home-baked goodies, and to make sure that I recover well.

Life is short:  love those who love you.

A Gorilla Rides a Police Harley

On Saturday, I was resting as I was recovering from my recent surgery when I heard a distinctive sound:  the rumble of a Harley's engine.  The rumbling noise sounded close.  I got up and looked out the front window.

I saw a gorilla dismounting from a police Harley that had been parked in my driveway.

What?  Yep:  a gorilla.  Or at least it was a human in a gorilla costume.  He loped or whatever gorillas do and came to my front door.  His paws or whatever you call his hands were too large to push the ringer for the bell, but I opened the door anyway and pushed open the storm door.

He thrust a box to me, then began -- I don't know how to describe it -- "aping around" on my front porch and the lawn.  He was making loud grunting noises and occasional shrieks.  I was dying with laughter, and it hurt like hell to laugh!  But laugh I did.  My partner stood behind me and laughed a lot, too.  Then the neighbors next door and across the street came out and watched the show.

I stepped outside to try to ask who it was, and he, she, or "it" came up to me, grunted and shook my hand, then ran to the bike, mounted it, and took off.

I was left standing in shock and bemusement wondering, "did this really happen?  Did a gorilla really ride a Police Harley to my door, hand me a box (containing a chocolate cake), dance around on my lawn, then take off?"

I checked with the "usual suspects" to find out if they knew anything about who was behind this.  My partner claimed innocence, and I believed him.  My siblings and some of my closest senior pals did, as well.

Then I thought about it, and decided to place a call to a cop who once rented a home from me.  About six years ago, his wife had lost her job and about the same time, had their first child.  They were really strapped for cash.  I forgave their rent for about six months until they got back on their feet.

Yeah, it was him -- he "repaid" my kindness in his own way, which was very nice, a lot of fun, and quite enjoyable -- though it hurt like hell!  LOL!  (Sorry, no photos. My camera wasn't anywhere close by, and the gorilla didn't stay long enough to pose for pictures. I hope my neighbors took some, though!)

Life is short:  paying it forward pays back.

Comparison of Tall Chippewa Boots

Several weeks ago, a motorcycle police Sergeant from a U.S. county sheriff's department wrote me an email and asked a number of questions comparing Chippewa boots with each other, and with Dehner patrol boots as well. I thought the email exchange that we had was interesting. The Sergeant complimented me in the last email we shared by saying, "you are factual, unbiased, and well-informed. Thank you for helping me in deciding on my next pair of boots."

Well, you're welcome. I'm glad that you found my website and our email exchange helpful.

In response to that, I took some time last week to create a video where I compared and contrasted various tall Chippewa boots:  Hi-Shines (model #71418), Trooper boots (model #27950), and oil-tanned engineer boots (#27908 and #27909).  I also compared the Trooper (patrol) boots with stock Dehner patrol boots.

I hope you find this video interesting and helpful.



[Note: this blog post was written several days ago, and was scheduled to appear today while I continue to heal from surgery.]

Life is short: know your boots (and wear them!)

Recovery

I had surgery yesterday to repair a hernia. It went well, though Nurse Noodle couldn't get an IV going and caused me to faint by grinding the needle inside my hand whilst looking for a vein. Fortunately, the anesthesiologist jumped in, and knew better than that nurse how to insert the needle for the IV by numbing my hand first.

Fortunately, that's the only bad experience I had. Recovery from anesthesia was fairly quick, and five hours after arriving at the medical center, I was on my way home. I slept well last night, and even though I don't like to use narcotics, I did. They really did help me sleep well, so I can recover better.

Today, nothing is on my plate but to rest. I have already received a number of casseroles and other goodies from my senior pals, but I told them that I didn't really feel like having visitors today. Instead, I will watch a movie, read, sit with my partner and hold hands, and do nothing. That's the plan!

Life is short: accept love from those who love you!

Happy Birthday to My Best Half

Today, 12 November, is my best half's birthday.  We celebrated yesterday, beginning with my famous made-from-scratch waffles.

I got him a silly surprise gift, which he enjoyed!  To understand what the shirt means, you have to observe my partner in our back yard and how he "interacts" with the local squirrel population (giggle.) We enjoyed the day together yesterday, doing some yardwork and then going to a local brew pub for lunch. In the afternoon, we sat in our basement media room, held hands, and watched a movie.

I am truly blessed to have a man who is thoughtful, caring, loving, and truly is, "my best half." He epitomizes in every way what a man should be, and what a spouse is, as well.

An unwanted "gift" today is that my partner will take me to have hernia repair surgery.  This blog will be on hold until I'm recovered enough to write again.  I'm sure the recovery will go well and speed quickly, as my partner and my senior pals are all primed to take care of me.  I'm so blessed.  (But let me ask in advance, "anyone want a casserole?" ... if my senior pals respond the way they did when I broke my leg earlier this year, I anticipate that I may be a bit, um, "overwhelmed." LOL!)

Life is short:  show those you love that you love them.  Happy birthday, my Hunk!

Caregiving

I haven't posted about this issue much lately, but the process of caring for my 95-year-old aunt has occupied a lot of my time, more so in the past six months.  Gosh, it's hell getting old.

Since a medical crisis in June requiring hospitalization, I got my aunt back into her own home and familiar surroundings by arranging for 24-hour care, seven days a week.  She has mid-stage Alzheimer's Disease.  She recognizes me, but doesn't remember names of other people who she doesn't see as often. She recognizes her own home, but other environments (such as the hospital) were bewildering.  She didn't know where she was, and was agitated and upset.  We truly believe that if she were not able to return to her own home, she would have become so bewildered, she would have given up and died.

One would think, then, that by arranging for full-time care in her own home, my job was done, since she is never alone any more and someone is always there to help her with bathing, dressing, and making sure she eats nutritious foods and drinks liquids to avoid dehydration.

On the contrary, my job has transitioned to activities that I probably spend 40 hours each week doing:

1. Visiting:  having conversations and keeping my aunt's mind active.  Since she speaks several languages, I communicate with her in English, Italian, and Spanish, and rely on a caregiver who speaks French to keep that going, too.  It is so critical to help keep my aunt calm and reassured by having regular, meaningful, visits.  Talking about family, her life history, as well as current events is helpful in keeping her focused on living.
2. Grocery and supply shopping:  through the summer, I was having to make almost daily visits to stores to get things that my aunt and her caregivers consumed.  It was getting frustrating, to say the least.  However, I developed a listing of supplies and foods that she regularly requires, and ask caregivers to note items on the list as supplies run low, so I can reduce my shopping trips to twice each week.  That doesn't always work, but it's better than before.
3. Supervising:  caregivers are highly trained, but they're also human.  They need direction, information, and ideas on how to interact with my aunt.  From showing them how to operate the DVD player so my aunt can watch a movie, to a myriad of other activities -- I could write a book.  No wait; I have.  I wrote a "caregivers guide" that provides a thorough orientation to my aunt's needs, medication schedule (and the effects those meds may have), and where things are located in my aunt's small apartment.

4. Arranging things:  from doctor's appointments and getting her there (which is no easy feat!) to calling in favors for home visits by a friend who will cut her hair and clean her apartment, to twisting arms to arrange to get her a flu shot in her home (and not have to go to a clinic), to getting a Notary Public to witness her signing financial documents, there are a lot of personalized arrangements that only a designated "primary caregiver" (that's me) can make.  I'm happy to do it, though some of these things take a lot of time and, as I said, "twisting arms."  Thank goodness I know a lot of people in the community so I have a number of people to reach out to for assistance.
5. Paying the bills and doing finances:  I have been given financial power-of-attorney, so I can take care of my aunt's finances.  I keep track of all of those transactions on the computer, and provide monthly reports to her sons who live out-of-state for full transparency.  Not that they distrust me (the opposite is true), but I don't want anyone, anywhere, to question how I'm handling her finances.

It is not easy to do all these things, but my aunt makes it a pleasure. She is pleasant, happy, and nice to be around. All of her caregivers truly enjoy the shifts that they work in providing care for her needs. It makes my life better, too, as I know that my aunt is well supervised and cared for, as long as she may live. And, my friends, that's what it's all about.

Life is short: show those you love that you love them.

Tall Brown Engineer Boots

I had always wanted a pair of tall brown engineer boots.  But new engineer boots in that style are hard to find!  Wesco makes their Boss boots (engineer style) in brown, but those boots are heavy, expensive, and not quite what I wanted.  I would love it if Chippewa made their engineer boots in brown, but they only make them in black.  So I kept looking.

There are a number of manufacturers of short engineer boots in brown -- Chippewa, Harley (Chinese-made), Redwing, Boulet, and others.  But I wanted boots that were at least 14", preferably 17" tall.  Still looking....

However, I was able to find a rare style of Frye engineer boots while surfing eBay last month.  I bid and won.  These are a style I had not seen Frye offer, so I was surprised and pleasantly pleased to find them.  They are 14" tall and have all the engineer boot features: rounded toe, strap and buckle across the instep and on the shaft.  These boots have a white label in the shaft, and a Frye steer logo on the heel, so that tells me that the boots were made some time in the mid-80s.

The boots also have a thin rubber sole and heel plate as well as a 1" heel, which indicate to me that they were made for bikers.  The sole is rather thin, though, so the traction is negligible (but certainly better than Fryes with leather soles.)

These boots also are unlined, which is also not common (in my knowledge) for Frye boots.  Because of that, the leather on the shaft is thin and unsupported, so the boots flop over when I am not wearing them.  Also because they lack a lining, the boots sag a lot.

Unfortunately, there is no imprint inside the boot shaft indicating the style number or revealing any other details.  Lacking that information, I was dubious that these were genuine Frye boots.  I mean, a creative person could have sewn in the white Frye label on the shaft.  However, the brand imprint on the heel, and a Frye stamp on the sole makes me feel that they are genuine Fryes, not knock-offs.  Hmmm... perhaps my friend who knows a ton more about Fryes than I do can help me learn more about this find.

I was pleased to make these boots lucky #13 in my Frye Boot Collection.

Life is short:  enjoy original, U.S.-made Frye boots!

Putting My Boot Down

I was talking with my partner the other day about former department stores that once were part of the landscape in the area where we live.  My partner is quite a store history buff.  But what I remember wasn't really the stores, as much as it was my emergence as a "Bootman" at the expense of department store offerings of kids' shoes.

I remember during the week between Christmas and New Year's when I was 10 years old, my Mom took me to one of these department stores, insisting that I get a new pair of shoes for school.

She bought me a pair, and while I tried them on in the store, I didn't wear them so I didn't know that they really didn't fit well.  I remember later that week, Mom had me wear them to some family get-together, and by the time I got home, I pulled those suckers off and told Mom that I wasn't going to wear them.  They hurt!  They looked awful!  I hated them!

I told her that I was going to wear my cowboy boots.  I had a pair of cowboy boots that I wore every day in Oklahoma.  But that time of year (holidays), we were back home in Maryland.  Mom had left my boots back on the ranch in Oklahoma.  I was bootless....

But by the mighty age of 10, I had developed enough independence that I told Mom that I wanted a pair of boots, and I would wear them to school.  At the time, "hard shoes" were required and sneakers were only allowed to be worn during physical education classes.

Mom was incredulous.  "You want to wear boots?  Why?"

Well, "because.  Because I like them.  I think they look good.  I like how they feel."

Mom wasn't one to argue.  She let us make our own decisions and learn from our mistakes, if what we were doing wouldn't harm anyone.  So she took me to a store that sold boots.  I found a pair.  They were Dingos.  Not traditional cowboy boots, but I couldn't find that style "back east."  But Dingos with the broad square toe and clunky heels and tall shaft (for a 10-year old, anything over 6" was "tall") ... man, they fit the bill.

I put on those boots and wore them to school when it started in January.  Most of my friends noticed, and some made comments like, "howdy, pardner" or "where's your horse?"  But I could tell that some of my friends sorta envied my boots.  A couple friends got their own Dingos and began wearing them to school now and then.  I wore mine all the time, until I wore them out.

Mom thought I would find them uncomfortable, especially as the weather got warmer.  On the contrary, I was determined to LIKE the boots.  I must admit, now that I'm older, those boots hurt, too.  They weren't made well and the footbed felt like nails.  But it didn't matter.  They were boots, and this budding Bootman was born.

Since then, I've had hundreds of pairs of boots.  I never have reverted to wearing shoes again.  Even for weddings, formal occasions, or serving as the Best Man in my brother's and some other friends' weddings.  I'm your 100% Bootman.  Was 43 years ago, and still am today.

Life is short:  wear boots!

Cognac Boots and Blue Jeans

Cognac is a name of an alcoholic beverage, and also a name of a color for cowboy boots, derived from the color of the beverage.

There's something striking about the color contrast with blue jeans and a pair of cognac cowboy boots ... be they just plain leather, like these Lucchese Classic goatskin boots, or a pair of ostrich cowboy boots, which are a staple in a cowboy's dress boots collection.

I really like how this color combination goes together ... just the jeans, over the boots.  I think straight-leg jeans look best with these boots, so you can see more of the boot on each foot.

I dunno, I think any kind of cowboy boots look good with a pair of Wranglers, my preferred bluejeans.  But I think cognac-colored cowboy boots look best.

Life is short:  wear boots!

Videos

Over the past four years, I have created and posted a number of videos on boots and leather.  Some videos have been tutorials -- explanations about features and styles of certain types of boots.  Some videos have been related to motorcycle riding or motorcycle cop competitions.  Other videos have been fetish-related, for fun.

This coming week, I may have time to make one or two more videos before having to be down for a while to recover from some minor surgery.  I was trying to figure out if I should make a video, and if so, what the video should be about.

As I was reviewing my videos, I found that three videos lead the pack in the number of views.  Perhaps it's because these videos have been around for a while and have accumulated views over time.  Perhaps the high viewership has to do with the content.  Perhaps both?

I have asked before, and will try once more:  if I make a video, do you have a suggestion?  Let me know by clicking here. 

Meanwhile, as of the date of this posting, here are my "top three YouTube videos"

Flip-Flop Cowboy Boots

I detest flip-flops. You know, those rubber-footed things (I can't even call them footwear) that some people wear -- usually at the beach or at a swimming pool. When people walk in them, you hear the noise that gives them their name -- a snap sound as the bottom of the rubber foot snaps up to strike the bottom of the heel. "Flip-flop, flip-flop" sounds so... awful. Some nut-cases have been seen wearing them while operating a motorcycle, which is incredibly stooopid, but as I have said before, Darwinian principles apply in those cases.

I digress... here's my story about a pair of cowboy boots that sound like flip-flops. On my recent business trip, I brought three pairs of boots with me. One pair was a pair of hikers that I wore while doing my morning brisk walk exercise. Two other pairs were dress Lucchese cowboy boots, one pair in cognac, and another pair in dark grey.

The dark grey boots are not broken in yet. The boot shafts are still very stiff. As I walk in them, I hear a noise that sounds much like flip-flops do -- when the back of the boot shaft strikes the back of my leg each time a take a step. "Flip-flop, flip-flop" go the boots. Sounds awful! Usually, I hear a more traditional "clunk" sound of the boot heel striking the floor. In this case, though, that sound is suppressed and has been replaced by a "flip-flop" noise. Yikes! I may suffer a damaged reputation as a cowboy boot-wearer! Aaaaahhhh!

I will continue to wear these boots to break them in, and hopefully the noise will cease. Meanwhile, I think I will wear taller socks, so the noise of the back of the boot shaft striking my leg will be muffled.

Oh... the trials of a Bootman who has a reputation to protect (LOL!)

Life is short: wear boots!

Hoooooommmmme

I have returned home to Maryland from my business trip in Texas. I had a few interesting cowboy boot sightings at the airport and on occasion throughout the time I was there.

For my visitors to this blog from other countries, let me share an insight: guys in Texas don't wear boots very much. At least not in the major cities. Most guys dress like other guys, in dress shoes for work and sneakers in off-times. It is a myth that all guys in Texas are cowboys and wear cowboy boots. I did see a couple of real cowboys, including a nice guy at my hotel, who spoke with a very polite and respectful Texas drawl. His boots were square-toed Justins. He wore tight Wrangler jeans over the boots. Again, that's common -- few guys wear jeans inside boots.

I enjoyed my trip and seeing all the people with whom I have developed professional relationships over the years. It was nice to be publicly recognized for my contributions to my profession and my professional association. I learned a lot, and built some relationships with some new folks with whom I will work more closely on my new job.

I got out and walked a lot early in the week when it was warm and pleasant, though it got cool and rainy the day before I left.  There was a tourist area nearby with lots of restaurants, so I was able to find choices of foods I could eat at reasonable prices.  (And avoid Tex-Mex and BBQ, both of which aren't compatible with a chronic health condition that I have).  I didn't have a rental car (or Harley), and didn't need one.  I just shared a taxi from the airport to the hotel and back.  No need for a car which I wouldn't really use, nor wish to pay for.

The flights there and back were uneventful and on-time all ways.  First time that's happened to me in ages!  American Airlines rocks!  

I am very happy to be back home, in the arms of my man, and in our own bed, all snuggly and warm. It's nice to go to conferences, but even nicer to come back hoooooommmmme.

Life is short: cherish loved-ones, hearth, and home.

Leather Does Not Have To Be Black

Black leather is quite common, as it is easiest for leather crafters to dye and work with.  But it is possible, and much easier now to find, leather that is dyed in other colors.  Natural leather is light brown, so whatever finished products made from leather -- jacket, pants, shirt, etc. -- are dyed anyway.

It used to be that finding quality leather in an alternate color than black was hard to do, especially finding leather that is drum-dyed.  That is, the dye saturates the entire hide, so over time as blemishes or scars occur during wear, the color remains the same.

The image of the black-clad leathered biker or the Gay Leatherman is a relic of the past, but remains omnipresent today.  Yeah, I have a LOT of black leather.  But I also have blue, grey, brown, and dark blue leather garments, too.  I even have one pair of cheap leather breeches dyed in "Silvertan" with blue and gold braiding (stripes) -- like a CHP uniform.

I once tried on a red leather shirt, but it looked awful on me.  Some young, lithe, trim guys can pull that off.  Not me.

Anyway, leather does not "have" to be black.  It can be any color of the rainbow.  A good leathercrafter such as 665 Leather, Mr. S Leather, Northbound Leather have hides (or can get them) in various colors.  You can specify a garment you want, such as breeches, shirts, jackets, pants, or even ties, to custom-fit you and be in the color you want.  Mixing up the colors of a shirt, jacket, and pants makes things interesting, and gets more useful life from leatherwear.

Life is short:  avoid being so monochromatic!

Birthday for "My Baby"

Today, November 3, marks the 20th birthday for "my baby."  No, I don't have children of my own, nor am I speaking about an inanimate object like my motorcycle.

I'm talking about being in the right place at the right time... or shall I say, a frightening event that led to a wonderful outcome.

Allow me to explain:  November 3, 1990, was a Saturday.  I had ridden my motorcycle to Baltimore to visit a niece for her birthday.  On my way home, cruisin' down the interstate, late, in the dark... a car in front of me began weaving across lanes and was being driven very erratically.

I thought to myself, "keep away -- drunk driver."  I slowed down instead of trying to pass it, as I thought due to the wildly erratic driving I was witnessing, I might get hit.

The car slowed, sped up, weaved, then slammed on the brakes and stopped close to the shoulder.  Then the driver's door opened and a guy got out and ran to the passenger side, then fell over.

I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but this seemed to be serious.  Back in the day before cell phones, there wasn't a way I could call for help.  So I stopped, and carefully walked up to the passenger side of the car.

Before me I saw a man who had fainted straight away.  A woman was in the passenger seat screaming, "my baby!"

I was aghast to discover that she was pregnant, and in the stages of final delivery.  OMG!  What to do?

My EMT training kicked in.  I kneeled down and asked the woman if I could help.  No sooner did I get close than she let out a howl and before I knew it, she delivered a baby!  Right before my eyes!

So there I was... the father of this child had recovered, but was babbling incoherently.  I grabbed a blanket from the back seat and wrapped it over the child and her mother.  I spoke to her calmly, and tried to sooth her.  She began to settle down when she let out another yelp -- she delivered the placenta, which follows the birth of a child.

Gosh, what a mess.  A lot of blood and other "stuff" that comes out of a mother's womb when she delivers a baby.  Thank goodness I had on a pair of gloves (convenient, eh? My first aid kit on my bike is always well stocked.)

I sat with her, wondering what to do, when thankfully, a state police cruiser pulled up along side.  I explained what was going on, and the trooper called for an ambulance, and took over.

It was then that I became light-headed and dizzy.  I collected myself, then congratulated this young couple on the birth of a daughter.

When I said, "daughter," Dad fainted again.  I mean, he just collapsed right there in front of me.  I helped him get into the shock position -- laying down, with his legs elevated, and sat with him until the ambulance came.  They quickly loaded up Mom and child into the ambulance.  The Dad wasn't in any shape to drive, so he asked me to drive their car with him to the hospital.

All worked out fine.  The baby was born at full-term in a normal delivery.  Mom was fine.  Dad recovered enough to begin thanking me profusely and a few hours later, he even drove me back to pick up my bike which I had left on the side of the highway.

Mom and Dad named her after me -- well, her middle name, anyway.  Poor kid... this name isn't found on those "top of the baby name" charts.  But we all call her Cindy -- her first name.  I've been there for birthday parties, her high school graduation, and she even stayed with me for a week (when she was 12) when her parents were both away on business travel.

What a nice young woman she has become.  Dear Cindy (middle name deleted), I am delighted to have been there to watch you arrive in this world, and to have remained in touch with you and your family since the night of your birth.

Life is short:  share the delights of childbirth (preferably in a hospital!)

Homesick

I know it's kinda crazy. I've only been gone a couple days on this business trip. I have been seeing a lot of "old friends," colleagues, and making new acquaintances. My speech yesterday rocked, and I got a standing ovation. All well and good. But man, oh man, do I miss my man.

In a past life, I traveled a lot. I mean A LOT -- 35 weeks on average each year with some 60 - 70 locations packed among these trips. I saw a lot of the United States, from big cities to small towns, to the mountains, to the prairies, from the Gulf shores to the rocky cliffs of Maine and Alaska. From our island commonwealths and territories in the Atlantic and the Pacific, including way out to the Marianas... lots to see, lots to do. Canada was often included in my annual travels, as well.

I don't travel nearly as much now. In fact, my last business trip was back in May for just a few days in Seattle. So here I am in Texas, and walking a lot before morning activities start and in the evening, too. Saw a lot of bikers since it's warm here -- stooopid guys riding without a helmet, no boots --- so silly, dumb, and sad. (Even stooopider were those guys who had a helmet strapped to the back of their bike -- like it's going to do anything to protect them if someone in a cage hits them. Oh well, Darwinian principles are at play.)

But most of all, as I walk briskly for my regular exercise, I think of my man. "What's he doing this minute?" I smile thinking of how he reads the newspaper so seriously. How he will have to prepare his lunch to take to work since I wasn't there to do it for him. How he will open a can of tuna for dinner, rather than have something good, hearty, and hot since I wasn't there to cook. I think of him working in our yard, planting some bulbs, clearing leaves, and tending to the myriad of things that he does. I hear that "bloop bloop bloop" of him programming the Tivo in my mind, and watching some silly blather on TV that lets him relax by zoning out on brain-dead stuff. And then I think of him going to bed... alone.

My bed is empty too, as is a part of my heart. My love is with me in spirit, but it's not the same. Daily phone chats can only do so much. Gosh, I miss my man.

Life is short: cherish those you love.

Gay Leather Breeches

I saw an entry into Google that got directed to my website. It was, "Gay Leather Breeches."

Sheesh... here we go again....  Breeches as worn by motor officers, for example, aren't gay.  Men who wear them may be gay or not.  There are large number of cops who wear breeches every day, and the majority of them are not gay.

But I know that there are a lot of gay dudes who like to wear leather, and look for breeches to complete the full "BLUF" uniform (BLUF means "breeches and leather uniform fanclub"). So yeah, there are gay men who wear leather breeches, as shown here. But the breeches themselves aren't gay.

What's the difference between a pair of breeches and a pair of pants? Breeches are usually form-fitting to the person wearing them. They may have "balloons" which were built into riding breeches to give the rider (of a horse) ample maneuverability as he rode his horse. These days, most breeches do not have balloons. However, they will be form-fitted at the ankle, designed to taper close to the leg and close with snaps or (better yet) a zipper. That way, tall boots will fit over them well and the leather won't bind or bunch up around the knee.

If you're looking for a pair of leather breeches to wear as BLUF gear, consider a quality leather crafter as I mentioned yesterday, such as 665 Leather, Mr. S Leather, or Northbound Leather.

Leather breeches are comfortable and when fitted well (as in custom), they allow movement while operating a motorcycle, and look great when fitted with a tall pair of patrol boots.

Life is short: wear leather!