Bloody useless Cordura.
I hate the rain. Mine leaks like I might as well not be wearing it. And I've got no rain suit and I don't want my lovely fancy Quasimoto leathers to go all yuckky and wet and stinky.
And I bloody forgot to take a spare change of gruts to work. So I had to go commando all day. 
Fine day tomorrow. Leathers - yay!
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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