No, I'm not talking about limp-wristed people (I
do know how to spell).
I'm talking about "Fuck All Gear, All The Time". Well... maybe only
Most of the time, for all I know.
There's a guy who lives somewhere in or near Birkenhead, who I've spotted several times, riding a Triumph Rocket III. Each time he's been wearing the following:
An open-faced helmet.
A nylon "Fox" jacket or vest (the latter, I think, from memory).
Shorts.
Sports shoes.
Underwear and socks. (I guess).
Yeah it's his business, but it... just... sorta bothers me.

We're talking here about Serious Motorcycle Iron, ridden in a very casual way. It keeps niggling at me, in a way that someone dressed Eggs Zachary the same but riding a Dog 50 scooter wouldn't cause more than a slight "Tsk" or shake of the head.
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