No Labor Today!

Today in the United States is Labor Day, which is the holiday that marks the unofficial end of summer. The holiday is late this year. Schools have been open for a week or two in the area, and most people have returned to work. The Metro has definitely been more crowded, and predicted to be worse on “Terrible Traffic Tuesday” when everyone and everything, including Congress, is back to work (or at least, “back to the office.”)

The past two days of this three-day weekend have been very busy for me and my partner. Our “honey-do” list around the house had several major items knocked off of it, from building a new book shelf for my partner from salvaged red oak (including routed edges and corners), installing new quarter-round in the hallway, preparing and seeding the lawn area that I tore up a few weeks ago when I installed underground rainwater drainage piping, and replacing batteries in about 20 smoke alarms for seniors. I dunno, there were dozens of other little things that were accomplished, too. Soreness prevails.

I did manage to drop by two birthday parties for family. That was fun, albeit too brief.


Today, however, I absolutely insisted on having the day off. Enough with the honey-do list! I hope to go on a long ride on my Harley with a group, weather permitting. My fellow riders are great, and it is, after all, a holiday! No labor today!

Life is short: get out and enjoy it!

Christmas Presents and New Years Surprises

‘Tis the season that all of the “Christmas Presents and New Years Surprises” in my family have birthdays. That is, 12 of the 15 of us siblings have birthdays ranging from mine on 16 August to mid-September. We collectively refer to those of us with August birthdays as our parents’ “Christmas Presents” or the September babies as “New Years’ Surprises” up through and including our “last rose of summer” (my ‘little’ sister, all 90 pounds of her, was born September 20.)

My Dad was a diplomat and worked in Europe for six months each year, returning to the U.S. to bring us back from the Oklahoma homestead to our Maryland home by mid-December each year, so we would enjoy Christmas there.

Do the math… when is nine months after Christmas and New Years? Te he… hiya, Mom & Dad, here we are!

While some of us were multiples, such as with me and my twin, we each enjoyed our own separate birthday party, even if it were not on the actual date of our birth anniversary. Thus, this weekend, one sister is having a party on Saturday and a brother is having his on Sunday, even though their actual birthdays were last week and next week, respectively… go figure.

I’ll be the bad Biker Dude Uncle/Great Uncle who shows up on his big Harley to terrorize the kiddos, give them rides on the bike, and share the joy of family, extended family, in-laws, out-laws, and sundry others. My partner will enjoy blissful peace back home… he does not attend these parties with me. (Large families can be somewhat overwhelming, but I am accustomed to it. I mean, after all, I was born into one!)

I will bring a card, good cheer, and a huge smile for all. That’s what life is all about: love for family and our caring concern for each other.

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

Boots In, Boots Out

This may be hard for some people to believe, but I am not trying to establish a record of how many pairs of boots can be owned and worn by one man. I did, however, briefly hit a new record by receiving a new pair of boots — Guide Gear engineer boots — that I picked up on a surplus sale for only US$20. This brought my collection up to 150 pairs of boots.

However, the very next day, I shipped a pair of my boots to a buddy (he will reveal himself at a later point in time.) These were my Chippewa lug-soled engineer boots that I bought on a close-out sale in 2007.

The Chippewa boots were labeled size 10-1/2D yet my feet swam around in them so much that they were more like an 11EE, which is my friend’s boot size. No matter how thick my socks nor how many additional insole/inserts I put in the boots, my feet continued to “swim around” in the boots and therefore they never felt right. They’re great boots, but not my size and since they were a close out since Chippewa stopped making them with a lug sole, not avaiable in my size.

So, for now, my boot collection remains stable at 149 147 pairs (oops, in June, I had to discard a pair of Harley Harness Boots and a pair of Corcoran Field Boots, but I forgot to delete them from my list until now.)

One pair in, one pair out… and that’s probably what it will be like for a while. Again, believe it or not, I do not envision buying any more boots, but I’m not one to turn down a great deal or opportunity.

Life is short: wear your boots!

Fascinating Photo

I usually blog about my life, but in this case, I am blogging to display a photo that my buddy David (Bamaboy) sent to me yesterday. He is a tremendously skilled photographer and Photoshop editor.

The photo above shows a Banana Spider, which is indigenous to the part of the country where David lives. He says this species of spider is not poisonous, but man — it sure looks scary! Just as scary as some of those really bad spiders that I ran into in South America and Australia. (Fortunately, I never was bitten though I came close a couple of times.)

Anyway, I thought for something different that I would post a photo that I enjoyed viewing. I hope you like it too!

Life is short: show your friend’s skills

Caring for Leather Gear

Lately, I have received several email messages asking about leather care, and wondering how often I care for and treat my leathers.

Generally, I am not one who obsesses about my leather getting mud or dirt on it, or splashed by rain. But I want my investment to last, so I care for it as I use it. This time of year in North America, the temperatures are dropping so it’s time to get the leathers ready for more regular wear. (Yippie!) I remove the gear from my closet and rub a “leather wipe” (described below) over it, re-orient the gear on the hangar, and hang it back up.

Details on care of leather garments is below. I took this from my Complete Guide to Leather Gear that I wrote last year. The most important thing to keep in mind is that leather is a tanned and treated animal skin. Much like our skin, leather is porous and needs to be treated with care.

Condition it when you first get it: The first thing you should do after you purchase any leather garment is to treat it. You can almost always find leather care products where you make your leather purchase, or at any good shoe or western store. What has worked best for me is Lexol Leather Conditioner. This product comes in a bottle. Just put a little bit on a damp sponge and rub it all over your leather gear. Hang the gear to dry away from sunlight and heat sources (like a heat vent.) Do not use spray treatments — these products do not work as well because the oils that are in the product that help the leather have droplets that are too large, and tend not to soak in.

Hang It Up: Just like your momma told you, hang up your clothes! This is really important for leather. When hanging leather gear, remember to keep it cool and dry. Always use broad and padded hangers, as metal wire hangers will distort the shape of leather. Leave some space on each side of each piece of gear while it is hanging so air can circulate around it. Leather gear can stick together if packed too tightly, and cause damage that can’t be fixed. Remember never to store leather gear in plastic bags or containers because they need to breathe. Sunlight can easily cause leather to fade and dry out prematurely. Keep your gear out of direct sunlight when you store it.

Regular Care: Right before you hang up a piece of gear, check it for dirt, stains, or other gunk and clean it off. If it’s generally clean, use something like “Armorall Leather Wipes” or “Lexol Leather Wipes” and give the gear a light going-over, ensuring you cover stress points like knees, crotch, butt, shirt sleeves, and anywhere else that your body moves and causes the gear to crease.

Spot Mud, Dirt, Salt, and Stain Removal: Use a damp sponge moistened with water only — not saddle soap or detergent — and rub it on the gear, particularly heavily soiled spots, in a circular manner. If a stain is stubborn, rub off as much of it as you can from the leather, then use Lexol Conditioner on the spot. You may need to treat the gear several times. Be persistent — it will eventually come off. Be particularly attentive if the gear were exposed to salt applied to roads during the winter. This salt can quickly dry out leather and leave it permanently damaged.

Stain removal from suede: Try this old tried-and-true technique. Remove the crust from a piece of bread and let it dry out until it is hard and stale. Rub the stale bread over the stain to remove it. It really works!

Removal of Mold and Mildew: Mildew is a name for a variety of common molds, which are in the Fungus family. Mold feeds on dead organic substances, including leather. Mold will cause leather to decompose, leaving thin patches which will become holes in short order. Mold propagates by spores, which are omnipresent; you can’t keep the mold spores away from leather, but you can make the environment unsuitable for their growth. Mold will grow when leather is the least bit moist, especially if kept in a dark and warm place, such as a car trunk or storage chest with limited or no air circulation. Thus, the most important thing to do to prevent additional damage is to dry the leather carefully (see below) and then keep it in a dry, well-ventilated place.

If Leather Gets Wet: Drying leather the correct way will lengthen its lifespan. Leather gear should always be air dried in a cool area away from sunlight. Humidity and heat will cause excessive drying and result in the eventual cracking of the leather. Hang the wet gear on a wood hangar. Find a cool, non-sunlit but NOT DARK place to hang it. Wet gear hung in a dark place will get mildew very quickly, and perhaps mold that will ruin it. Make sure air circulates in the room where it is hung. If air doesn’t circulate naturally, use a small fan to keep air moving in the room, but not to blow on the gear.

What to Avoid: Soaps, solvents, silicone, wax, and harsh chemicals are not a good for leather gear. Shoe polish should only be used on boots, but never on leather garments. Avoid spraying hair care or deodorant products while wearing leather gear. Overspray can stain and discolor leather beyond repair.

Professional Cleaning: If you find you cannot clean the item yourself, you can get it done professionally. Look in your local telephone directory for a dry cleaner that specializes in leather items. Some dry cleaners are not familiar with the processes involved in the making of leather and the glues used in the making the garments. It never hurts to make a few phone calls to find someone who is knowledgeable in cleaning leather. It may cost from US$40 – $80 for this service.

Life is short: enjoy your leather gear!

Leather Intimidator

Public and private schools in the DC Metro area have all opened. Many kids who attend the DC public school system ride the Metro. I see them on my way home from work. They often complain about not being respected, but they deserve no respect by the way they behave on the train. They yell, run around, use profanity (including cracks about “gays,”), make obscene gestures, eat, and drink — and get by with it for two reasons: 1) there are no Metro Police on the train car on which they are carrying on their antics (the cops can’t be everywhere); and 2) most regular passengers are afraid or intimidated by them. One regular rider on my train is an older woman, who looked like she was very afraid on Monday afternoon when the kids were behaving so abominably.

Yesterday afternoon, I turned the tables. As I was leaving the office, I stepped into the restroom and put on a pair of leather jeans tucked into a pair of tall patrol boots (H-D Police Enforcer Boots), a leather shirt, dark sunglasses, and a cop ball cap. (I had no insignia on my leather shirt; I’m not so stupid as to try to impersonate a law enforcement officer.) I was dressed as a complete leatherman.

I walked to the Metro station near my office, and was not surprised that nobody on the street said anything. I noticed a few people glancing at me, but there were no comments.

I got on the train just as a herd (or should I say a shrewdness of teenaged apes) boarded it. They began their usual routine of running around and acting out. While there were seats available, I chose to stand, holding a rail in the middle of their mob. I just glared at them. I didn’t say a thing. But I gave them the hardest, most stern look I possibly could give.

The kids looked up at me and gave me a quizzical look. I continued to glower. Amazingly, the kids settled down. Each took a seat, and began talking with his or her seatmate in normal voices. They put their food and drinks into their backpacks. They actually behaved like calm subway riders.

As the train continued on its route, and more seats became available at each stop along the way, I continued to stand — as if I were standing guard. A cop in full uniform boarded the train at one stop and got off two stops later. I laughed (to myself) as he gave me a salute upon his exit from the train, and I tipped my cap at him. The kids noticed that (evil grin). The kids remained calm and quiet.

The kids got off the train at the stop before mine. I guess they were on their way to terrorize the local mall which has developed a reputation for large groups of wild kids running around on weekday afternoons.

When the train approached my station, I walked toward the exit door. The old woman who was so afraid yesterday began to clap. Then the rest of the passengers did, too.

The power of leather is amazing. I just might continue to wear leather on my ride home every day… until the kids choose to ride another train or go somewhere else.

The leather and boots felt so good and the coolish, sunny weather was so fantastic that when I got on my Harley at the Metro station, I decided to take off for a nice ride. I rode 50 miles (80km) and still got home in time to prepare a nice dinner for my partner and me.

As leathermen say, “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” It works!

Why Bikers Wear Chaps

Over the 33 years I have been riding a motorcycle, I have acquired a number of pairs of chaps to use while riding. Chaps perform a great function, of keeping the legs warm on cool days, as well as are easy to put on over street clothes and quick to remove when one arrives at his or her destination.

While chaps do not provide the fullest protection as a pair of leather breeches may offer, nonetheless, well-fitted, quality chaps are often chosen by bikers like me who commute on their bikes to get to work. Seldom can someone who works in a regular job wear leathers all day. Leather jeans or breeches are not acceptable at my place of employment.

However, on mornings when it’s cool out — as it has been the past couple of mornings lately with temperatures about 60°F (15.5°C) — a biker needs something additional on his legs to keep warm. Dress pants that I wear to work aren’t nearly warm enough. Plus, I don’t want my pants to get dirty.

Some bikers I have met or know have “gone on the cheap” and buy inexpensive leather chaps from on-line retailers that cater to straight bikers. Cheap chaps are thin (usually 4 to 5oz weight leather), sometimes made of cowhide splits (not top grain leather), and often are pieced together rather than being made of one solid hide. Cheap chaps (US$100 or less) are pretty much worthless.

Good chaps usually cost in the range of about US$200. They are fairly functional and usually have a snap or belted front closure with rawhide strings in the back for adjustment. They generally are sold in sizes S-M-X-XL and thus may not fit the wearer well. You may notice puckering at the crotch area and the chaps will feel loose or baggy in the seat and thigh. Often those chaps will have a zipper closure down to about the mid-calf, then snaps to close down to the foot. They usually are made to one length, and the seller says “all you have to do is cut or hem them to the desired length.” The snap leg closure is functional, but often the snaps oxidize during use by getting wet with road spray or exposure to the elements, and become unusable.

Great chaps are fitted to the man wearing them, and may cost in the range of US$350 – $400. Measurements provided to a leather crafter are used to make chaps that fit well in the seat, thigh, and lower legs. The legs are long enough to go down to the boot and have double-stitched hemmed ends. Zippers for motorcycle chaps usually are sewn on the outside of the leg, to prevent scratching a motorcycle’s paint. Great chaps usually have pockets on the front, are made of thick 8oz top-grain leather. There is usually one solid band of leather across the back, or if rawhide strings holding grommeted ends together are used, the ends are spaced close together. The front of great chaps usually closes with a five-snap fitting (or a belt; your choice).

You can get more information about choosing chaps and where to buy them from my website in the Guide to Leather Gear.

Real bikers wear chaps (and boots) often.

Life is short: leather up and ride!

Two Headed Shower

A great thing about being handy with construction is that when I finished our basement, I built a full bath with a large shower that’s quite interesting in design and function.

The rear wall is made of glass blocks. I built a light box behind it and installed fluorescent tubes. I covered them with studio gels that give color to the lighting. It really is quite stunning when you look at it.

I installed two shower heads, so the spray comes from both sides. The shower is quite large, enough to accommodate my partner and me when we need to clean up after a hard day’s work, or just… well, “for fun”.

What a pleasure… and let me tell ‘ya, we definitely enjoy it.

Life is short: have fun!

Witnessing History

Yesterday began in its usual way with a gentle snuggle with my partner at dawn, then rising to prepare a nice big breakfast, then caring for my aunt for a while. At noon, I went to a park where my bike club was having its annual picnic. Despite dire forecasts, it didn’t rain. I chatted with my buddies, had a little bit to eat, then left.

When I got home, my partner told me that “somebody” came by and left a message. It turned out to be someone I grew up with. I called her on the phone, and she asked me to go with her into downtown DC to watch Senator Ted Kennedy’s funeral procession and prayer service at the U.S. Capitol building.

Ordinarily, I try to avoid these types of things due to the crowds, dealing with the heat, and challenges with getting anywhere with a view. Usually, you can see things like that on TV better than in person.

But my friend really wanted me to go with her, and gave me an ultimatum: “you be ready because I’ll be there in five minutes.” I didn’t even change out of my jeans and Chippewa Firefighter boots … I just followed orders.

We had a long talk while driving there, about what the Senator meant to her, what she learned by working for one of his colleagues and working with his staff, and what he meant to me, too, and our country.

My friend had a place to park waiting for her. We were able to stand right on the street and watch for the motorcade.

The motorcade was about an hour and a half late, and in that heat and humidity, it was a bit of a struggle to wait for it. Thank goodness those boots are so comfortable. We sat on the curb for a while, and my friend found a street vendor who sold her some cold sodas and a couple hot dogs.

The spirit of the crowd was palpable. Lots of people had many stories to share — my friend included. We talked with a lot of people around us, each of whom had an interesting anecdote, humorous remembrance, or tale of the late Senator’s legendary accomplishments and how he did his work. I remember meeting him once when he came to the office where my mother worked when I happened to be there, but that was a long, long time ago.

Soon I heard the rumble of some police Harleys, and then the hearse drove by with the Kennedy family in limos behind it. I was seeing history in the making. It was fascinating to watch. The crowd broke out into spontaneous applause as Mrs. Kennedy got out and greeted a bunch of people across from where I was standing. Her family also briefly visited with his staff who were waiting there. A priest said a few prayers, one of the Senator’s children thanked the staff, and then they left to go to Arlington National Cemetery where the Senator will be buried with the Late President J. F. Kennedy and the late Senator and Attorney General, R. F. Kennedy — his brothers.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take us much time to get home.

I am glad my friend asked me to go with her. So many things happen in DC that are history-making. I’m close, but I do not live in the city, and avoid going into Washington on evenings and weekends if I can avoid it due to the noise, crowds, and hassles with security (and simply the fact that I am not an urban guy). But as I think about it, I realize that I am among very few who can witness history in person — events like this one or daily history of just what happens in Washington DC — and how fortunate I am to live near our country’s capital, and work right in its heart. Kinda amazing, when you think about it.

Life is short: work toward your goals and never give up, as Mr. Kennedy did. May he rest in peace, and God bless his soul.


Dehners are Dehners Not Dehner’s

Dehner (dāy-nur) Boots are very popular. I own eight pairs of these boots. I bought my first pair of Dehner Motorcycle Patrol Boots over 20 years ago, and acquired my more recent additions of Dehner Patrol Boots to my boot collection from some motor officers I know. (Please don’t ask me if they have more boots to sell or give away — they do not.)

This is a bit of a rant, once again, about apostrophe abuse. Just like I wrote once before, one does not add an apostrophe to make a word plural, particularly of a brand of boots.

If you have a pair of Dehner Boots, the short-hand reference is “Dehners.” NOT “Dehner’s.” Period, end-of-story. I am amazed that college-educated adults continue to add an apostrophe everywhere one does not belong. But then again, after reviewing hundreds of résumés from job applicants for an entry-level position, all of whom claimed to have graduated with a four-year degree from an accredited institution of higher education, I no longer anticipate that any younger person can spel or writ wurth a lik. They r so used 2 texting dat they hav forgotten hw 2 write a complete sentence wit appropriate spelling, grammar, nd punctuation.

If you would not write boot’s then you would not write Dehner’s or Wesco’s. The correct plural in English of these boot brands is Dehners or Wescos. Period, final end-of-story.

Life is short: spell it right!