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Have you ever wished that you have a good setup motorcycle leather? I will never forget the winter 1987th My wife and I were living on the north shore of Chicago. She works as an elementary school teacher and I was finishing grad school. Money was tight, and so the other car was disqualified. Argument about sharing the vehicle was always more than I could stand to endure, so I started looking for some form of cheap transport. In those days I still own a motorcycle, but I always wanted one. When passing a local shopping center near our neighborhood, I noticed a motorcycle sitting beside the road for sale sign hanging from the front fork. It looked quite small, but as Chrome glinted in the sun, I found myself strangely drawn to pull over and check it out.
The bike was the Honda CB350, 1972, and that in 16 years time, it was in great condition. It looked like it was barely rode, and then hidden in a garage somewhere. That was about 23 years ago, so I honestly can not remember what color it was originally. I painted the blue metal flakes in the first year of owning it. For me, this bike was priceless, but I paid only 300 dollars for that later this afternoon.
Now that my transportation problem was solved, I began to make regular 20 miles to commute to school. Which, if you ever were in operation in Chicago, you know that a trip to this distance may be an hour or longer. They have to buy a motorcycle in the summer, because I remember how much I loved working on it for the first couple of months. But then the temperature began to fall and the snow started flying. I quickly learned that there is good reason for Chicago is known as the Windy City. Motorbike beside Lake Michigan in winter is like running naked through the packer to meet with 100 high-speed fans blowing on you. I think that has reduced you to the bone frigid!
Although I did a full face helmet, I never seemed to wear, which could result in icy winds from penetrating to my soul. I remember even forgot my gloves one night and had to put my socks My hands just to survive the way home. My ankle still hurts when I think about it. Even though we now live in the Southeast United States, and you can ride almost all year round, just thinking about those cold mid-west can drive motorcycle send a nasty chill up your spine.
Since then I have clocked countless miles on everything from Hondas to Harleys, and if there is one thing I learned is that there is no substitute for a set of high quality motorcycle leather. Whether you ride the crotch rocket or a big old pig, nothing beats fringed leather jacket and broken in a couple of guys in the long cold ride. When God created cow, he really knows how to isolate them from the cold. If you are currently on the market for some new skin, a minute and look at the link below.
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