Motorboots

Someone asked me once, “are all boots that the police wear black?” Well, for the most part, the answer is, “yes.” There are a few exceptions in the United States and in some other countries where tall brown boots can be found. But at all of the events where motor officers participate that I have attended, their boots have been uniformly black, tall, and … black LOL!

As I was watching the (relatively few) motor officers arrive at the Law Ride in Washington, DC, I was (of course) looking at their boots. I giggled to myself at how quickly I was able to determine which brand and style of boots were on the cops — Dehner Boots, Chippewa Hi-Shine Engineer Boots, Chippewa Patrol Boots, and a few Wesco Motor Patrol Boots. There seemed to be a relatively even split this year between Dehners and Chippewa Hi-Shines among the some 200 motor officers who were there. The numbers of officers who rode in the Law Ride this year was significantly less — about 40% from the number who were there the year before.

I discussed this with my fellow boot blogger, Cliff, at lunch yesterday. Gosh, it was great to see him and enjoy catching up with each other. Cliff was also at the Law Ride and remarked about what I had noticed about the vast drop in motor officers attending. He agreed that the economy had something to do with it. Amusing aside: as Cliff and I were seated at the restaurant, the waiter noticed our boots. He said, “nice boots! Want to trade for my shoes?” We laughed and said, “of course not!”

Anyway, why did I post this blog post with the title “motorboots?” Because, that’s what cops call their boots. Simple as that. Enjoy the galleries of the cops and motorboots that I just posted to my website.

Riding Again

I had the pleasure yesterday of riding in an annual event called “Law Ride.” It is a ride where motor officers and their supporters, like me, ride our motorcycles from an assembly point in Washington, DC, past the U.S. Capitol Building, to the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial. We park and then watch a ceremony that pays tribute to law enforcement officers who have died in the line of duty.

I enjoy this event because it brings a purpose to what is otherwise a pleasure anyway: riding my motorcycle.

This year, there were far fewer motor officers than have participated in past years. Most of us think the reason for the lower attendance is because of the economy. Local governments, where (most of) these officers work are slow to feel the effects of an economic downturn, and are even slower recovering. While most officers attend this event on their own time and spend their own money to get there, it is still a burden back home to be away. Plus, I heard that a number of local law enforcement agencies have cut their motor officer contingent completely.

I did see some cops from Austin and Dallas, Texas, and Orlando, Florida. These were the ones who came from the most distant locations (that I saw). However, I was disappointed that the big contingent from Sacramento County, California, didn’t come this year. But I can imagine that it must cost a lot of money to pack up their bikes in big rigs and transport them cross-country to DC for a week, not to mention the cost of housing, meals, etc.

The ride was fun, the weather was a bit cool but pleasant, and the views were good. What was most important — remembering law enforcement officers who have died — is something that I did, personally, for several officers I have known over the years. I’m glad I went. I am glad that I was able to go.

It was also a pleasure to see my fellow boot blogger, Cliff, again, his friend Bullneck, and a friend of mine who is into boots and came to the staging area to visit.

I am working on photos that I took at the event, and will post them on my website when I have them ready.

Life is short: remember those who make the ultimate sacrifice by giving their lives in the line of duty — and their families and loved-ones, who miss them every day.

Why Do I Need To Wear Motorcycle Boots?

This was a question entered into Google and landed on my Guide to Motorcycle Boots. That Guide is about choosing motorcycle boots and reviews information about them to enable an informed decision. However, it assumes that one will wear motorcycle boots when is operating a bike.

So, why does one need to wear motorcycle boots? As a motorcycle rider with over 33 years in the saddle, these are my opinions about why a biker needs to wear boots while riding:

  • Having just broken my fibula (bone in the leg) down near my right ankle, I have learned how fragile the structure of the ankle really is. It’s an amazing and complex joint. You need boots to protect that joint. Believe me, if you injure it, the recovery is long, painful, and debilitating. Of course, young guys think they’re invincible so nothing will happen, but as you mature, you’ll realize that your body can break. Prevent the damage that you can.
  • A good pair of motorcycle boots will reduce the impact on your feet, ankles, and legs should you be involved in a crash.
  • Motorcycles produce heat from the engine and the exhaust pipes. Boots will prevent your legs from getting burned if accidentally brushed against a hot engine or pipe.
  • Motorcycle boots are designed with good tread which will help you keep the bike stable when stationary at a stoplight or when maneuvering it into a parking spot.
  • Some wise states or motorcycle riding clubs require motorcycle riders or members to wear protective gear, including boots.
  • Boots look cool!

There are some people who complain, “boots get too hot” or “I want to wear shorts because it’s hot outside” which begs wearing footwear like sneakers (or worse, sandals or flip-flops). Honestly, well-fitted and well-designed boots do not get hot on the feet, even on hot days. “Shortie” or tactical boots, such as the Chippewa Firefighter boots pictured here, provide good protection and don’t get hot. In fact, these boots have been the most comfortable boots I have worn while motorcycling, which is why I still call them the best all-around motorcycle boots.

Wearing shorts while operating a motorcycle is not only stupid, it’s dangerous — not to mention the possibility of getting sunburn. Oh yeah, I forgot, kids are invincible, they’re not going to get hit by another car and get thrown from the bike, or burn their legs on a hot pipe. (I heard this excuse often when I was a volunteer paramedic, and still winced every single time I brought a kid to the hospital who was injured in a motorcycle crash.)

So, why do you need motorcycle boots? Not only for protection, but also because boots are part of the image of what makes a cool biker. You want to be a cool biker dude, right? Put your boots on.

Life is short: wear boots. End-of-story.

Back in the Saddle

Good news: I have returned this week to getting back on my motorcycle and riding from my home to our Metro station, and then riding the Metro into work. It is hell to try to commute into the city on my bike, and my employer subsidizes our Metro commuting costs, so it is wise to use public transit to get to my office. But it sure is sweet to ride again from home to the Metro and back — and save the cost of parking at the Metro station. Things are slowly getting back to “normal”!

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of enjoying lunch with two guys who are motor officers in different jurisdictions in a state north of me. They arrived in DC early for Police Week (which begins Sunday and events last through the entire week). They will be among the hundreds gathering for Law Ride on Sunday, and I’ll be there, too. Of course, on Friday, they were off duty and in tourist garb — t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. But I forgave them for me being the only one to show up in boots (giggle.)

We had an enjoyable, wide-ranging conversation, including some talk about boots. They still like their Dehners, though they wear them only when in uniform and on-duty. Otherwise, they wear tactical boots when riding their personal Harleys. At least that’s what they told me, though one sheepishly admitting wearing sneakers on his Harley from time to time. I gave him hell for that! He agreed that wearing sneakers on a big bike was unsafe, and promised me that he wouldn’t do it again. I forgave him, but promised my wrath if I caught him ever doing that again! LOL!

Life is short: enjoy riding when you can! (and in BOOTS!)

Motorcycling: Balance and Turns

For a long time, I was under the false impression that a motorcycle was a motorcycle was a motorcycle in how they handled. That is, they all have two wheels and I thought they behaved and operated the same way as a bicycle, except they had an engine (LOL!). When you want to turn, you lean your body in the direction of the intended path of travel, and the bike goes that way. Seldom, unless you’re going very slowly or stopped, does a biker turn the handlebars. Many people who do not ride motorcycles do not understand that concept: turn by shifting the bike’s center of gravity and the bike goes that way. Not like a bicycle and turn the handlebars. ‘nuf said about that.

However, there’s more to turning a motorcycle than balance and leaning. I am not a physicist, but how a motorcycle handles turns has a lot to do with its center of gravity. Smaller, lighter-weight bikes (like my 750) didn’t corner well, and turned in wide, sweeping angles. That’s because it’s center of gravity was rather high. My Dyna Low Rider turned sharper, but I still found myself stopping short sometimes and self-correcting when I couldn’t turn the bike as tightly as the curve I was going around required. It felt like the bike was going to tip over with me on it!

When I got my Road King, I was thinking that because it is a bigger, heavier bike and because its seat height was a little higher than the Low Rider that my turning radius also would be wider. However, I found the opposite was true. During self-directed and on-range practice sessions, I discovered that I could turn the bike much more sharply than I thought I could.

Then it dawned on me: this is what the bike cops do. I have watched them at various police motorcycle rodeos and have been amazed at how skilled they were in being able to turn their bikes so sharply and not lose control of it or have it topple over. Just like you see in this video:


A professional motorcycle instructor explained the physics and mechanics to me. A lot of what he said was so technical, it went over my head. But what I learned was this:

  • Smaller bikes don’t turn as sharply as larger bikes
  • The lower one is seated on a motorcycle, the more likely the rider can steer it through a curve closely
  • “Big and Heavy” does not necessarily equal “hard to turn tightly.”

Some riders, like my friend Sue, have explained that they have felt uncomfortable when turning their Harley (or other large motorcycle) while riding at speed. That indeed may be the case if the bike’s center of gravity is at a point that makes the bike feel top-heavy or wobbly. The best way to deal with it is to practice, practice, practice. (Sure seems as if I say that often, doesn’t it? Well, it’s true!)

Drive to an open parking lot, preferably a lot that is level and free of debris such as sand, dirt, or gravel. Practice driving in circles, making the circle tighter and tighter as you go around. Don’t drive so fast as to make yourself dizzy, but don’t drive so slowly that the bike isn’t in control of its motion. (What I mean is that you should drive fast enough such that you are leaning into the curves rather than steering slowly using the handlebars to point the front wheel.)

Turn around and practice going the other direction. It is very likely that you will find that you are more comfortable with right-sweeping turns or left-sweeping turns, but not both. For example, while I am right-handed, I am more comfortable with left-sweeping turns. I can take them faster and closer than their right counterpart. So I take time to practice doing the right-sweeping turns more, because I need more experience.

It really doesn’t matter how long you have been riding. You develop a degree of comfort and skill with this procedure by practicing and actually riding that bike.

Most bikers will admit (if they’re honest) that they have trouble with taking a curve and turning while the bike is at speed on the road. The best way to counter that is to practice. You will learn how far you can push your bike — and yourself — and develop confidence in your skills.

Life is short: ride your motorcycle confidently!

Seattle Bound

SeattleAs an odd quirk of fate, I am slated to fly to Seattle at the invitation and expense of a federal agency to give a speech about involving local officials in an important nationwide set of activities, for which funding to my employer was provided by that same federal agency — that told us that due to “conflicting priorities” cannot fund us any more, so I will lose my job in June. Go figure.

I fly out on Wednesday, speak Thursday, and return Friday. I wish I could stay longer, but I have an important community event to do on the Saturday after I get back, with a dab of caring for my Aunt and doing chores with my partner in between.

I haven’t been to Seattle since 2000. Wonder if the place has changed? LOL! I’ll find out! I am not looking forward to the very long flight — six hours air time in all with a change of planes in between. I’m also not looking forward to whatever rip-off fees the airline is gonna try to stick me with this time. I hate flying any more. I am glad I did all my world travel before the airlines went beserk.

Life is short: love the interesting quirks of fate and timing!

Lookin’ for Love

Within the past week, I have received five email messages asking me how the writer could find a love like I have found. I presume these messages were driven by the reader finding some recent posts on this blog where I have attempted to describe the relationship with my partner, and how much even after 17 years of being together, we remain truly in love with each other.

Our relationship isn’t all sunshine and roses. We have difficult times, too, borne of misunderstandings, misdirected anger, competing priorities, and different interests. But overall, we work it out and recognize that we are different men who have different priorities and ways of accomplishing tasks.

Anyway, the email messages have commonalities: * I want to find a man who shares my interest in boots and leather; * … my interest in (certain sexual activities); * … my interest in (certain sexual fetishes). The list seems to center on looking for a man who will share sex or sexual-related interests in a certain way.

Let me ask: are you looking for a man for a fun fling, or are you looking for a man to share your heart, your soul, and your life? There is a big, big difference. The fun fling you may enjoy today may not be the same kind of fun you will enjoy in a few years. Believe me, your sexual interests will change as you age. That’s not a bad thing. It’s reality. (Nobody wants to admit that things like that will change as he ages).

Sure, I admit, I was first attracted to my man by his strong, masculine appearance in boots and leather. His physique. His smile. His beautiful blue eyes, and his cute butt. He captured my attention, and my libido responded. However, as I spoke with him, I learned that there was so much more “there” there. I also learned that the boots and leather thing was more of a costume for the activity on the day we met than a lifestyle choice, as it was (and still is) for me.

At the time we met in 1993, I was not dating nor seeing anyone. I was too busy with my work which required a hell of a lot of travel, and didn’t have time (and was somewhat afraid) of going out to look for a man. Also, remember, this was before the Internet was widespread and available, so the only methods of finding anyone was going out to a bar and/or listing an ad in a gay newspaper — both of which did not appeal to me.

The theme of the email messages that I received reminded me of the song that Johnny Lee wrote and was made famous in the movie Urban Cowboy. The song is “Lookin’ for Love” and some of the applicable lyrics from the chorus are as follows:

I was lookin’ for love in all the wrong places
Lookin’ for love in too many places
Searchin’ her
his eyes, lookin’ for traces
Of what I’m dreamin’ of
Hoping to find a friend and a lover
I’ll bless the day I discover,
You – lookin’ for love.

What I was reading in the email messages was that guys are looking for something that is a lifetime thing, but they are limiting their exploration by first deciding to have an interest in someone if he shares a similar proclivity toward sexual activities only.

In my opinion, they’ve got it backwards. I truly feel that the guy who will become your mate has to have a solid head on his shoulders. He needs to be smart, financially sound, and honest. He needs to demonstrate his commitment to his mate which can be measured by other commitments he has made: to his family, to his work, to his community, and if involved, to his place of worship. His financial stability can be measured by how and where he spends his money, and if he is overextended on credit, or lives in a shack.

I have no magic formula or advice on how to find the right guy. You’ll know him when you find him. The hearts click, the brains click. You just know. But don’t focus on the sex part — the part that makes the man a good, honest, wholesome and trustworthy, man is so much more important. That is what is going to carry you through your life. Not the sex. Not the toys. Not the short-term good times.

I know that from experience, which I share with you.

Life is short: look for love for the right reasons.

When the Lord Closes a Door

Maria said in The Sound of Music, “When the Lord closes a door, He opens a window somewhere.”

I have always liked this expression, and lately, it has applied to me. Yep, one door of my life is closing, and I am searching for that open window. The funding for my job runs out in June. It’s not personal, nor reflective on my work. It’s a catch-up of the awful, prolonged, economy.

Come June, I will no longer be commuting into the city on a regular basis. That is, unless that window opens soon and I get an offer that I can’t refuse and the location for a new job is back in the city.

I would prefer to work out in the Maryland ‘burbs where I live, but I can work in DC with no problem. Working in Virginia, though, would be hard to do, since I did that for eight years and almost lost what was left of my mind due to the awful commute. Plus, I do not have up-to-date shots to ward off their rabidly homophobic AG.

I am unwilling to move from my home. I worked hard building our house, and building my community with all of my life-long relationships, and I’m not about to leave them. My partner is well-settled where he is, and I would never make an independent move just for a job that didn’t involve him being right there with me. (Which is why I am not working in San Francisco or in Australia. I have had several offers there over the years, but as I said, I am unwilling to relocate.)

I am fortunate in many respects. First, I wasn’t fired and it’s not a black mark on my resume. It’s simply a function of the economy, and zillions of people have been caught up in that situation. Second, my partner, close family and friends understand and say many things that continue to bolster my spirits and keep me looking forward. Third, I have a significant cash reserve of funds saved, that even if I had not another penny of income, I can live as I enjoy for at least 22 months entirely on my own barring unforeseen financial burdens. My partner and I share joint expenses for our household, and I will continue to hold up my share of our costs. Good thing is that we both choose not to eat out, we make our own lunches, we aren’t traveling on exotic vacations, or otherwise, spending money that we don’t have.

It’s time to move on, move up, and get re-energized. When the Lord closes a door, He opens a window somewhere….

Life is short: keep looking forward.

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Going To Leather Events

The title of this post may draw the curious, but what I’m writing about is the balancing required in one’s schedule and interests vs. what it takes to go to a gathering of the leather-geared guys.

Leather-geared guys have gatherings from time to time, be they “club runs” or more formal events like International Mr. Leather or Mid-Atlantic Leather. These events are held in city centers and usually at bars or private clubs (though the big ones may be in a large hotel meeting room or a theater). Often, the “main attraction” such as a contest begin late at night.

What’s it take to go to these things? Well, usually one has to register in advance, which these days is relatively simple and often can be done on-line. The cost, though, can be high, depending on the event.

The day of the event, usually one has to take a “disco nap” because the event runs very late into the night and often well into the hours of the next morning. So one just has to plan to take the time to rest before going out.

Most guys like to drink alcohol at these events, and drinks aren’t cheap. Someone was telling me via email that it wasn’t unusual for him to pay well over US$50 or more for drinks on one night. (Too rich for my blood, but water or soft drinks cost just as much!)

Before going, one usually showers and cleans up (and hopefully does not apply after-shave or perfume cologne), and has to select the “right” outfit for the night. I have seen some guys obsess over “just the right gear,” changing as often as women do on the television comedy shows.

Then one has to get to the venue. For someone like me, that’s not an easy feat as public transit doesn’t serve the area, and driving in the city at any time of day or night is slow and a hassle. Then one has to hunt and hunt and hunt for a relatively safe place to park. Then one has to walk usually a long distance to the actual venue.

So one swaggers in his leather finest into the bar and elbows his way up to the bar and orders a drink. If one is the social sort, then he spots some friends and begins to yell a conversation. Yell? Well, often the thrumming boompa-boompa-boompa techno noise is so loud, one can’t hear a conversation, so if one wants to be heard, he has to speak loudly.

One stands around for hours, drinks, sees friends, and then …

… the outcome varies. For old married farts like my partner and me, we go home. We never “hook up” with other guys for other reasons. We’re old-fashioned. Some single guys (or those who play around) meet other men and leave together for … (fill-in-the-blank) … but most guys, if they’re being honest, will tell you that they go home alone.

I’ve blogged about this before, and I am saying again … my partner and I have moved past being interested in going to such events. It’s nice seeing guys dressed up in boots and leather, but honestly, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ’em all. They don’t turn my crank. I am not saying anything is wrong with anyone. All I’m saying is that the only guy who turns my crank is the man with whom I live, so going out to socialize with other men isn’t interesting to me any more. I don’t think I’m alone in this feeling, though because one can’t prove a negative, I do not know who else feels this way because I do not know who I am not seeing. (Hope the logic here isn’t too convoluted.)

I think, also, that a lot of things have changed. There are fewer leather events these days than before, probably because there is not as much of a demand. Many fewer of the Millennial generation are into leather. If they’re into gear, more often they go for the cheaper stuff like neoprene or “pleather,” but not the real stuff. The good stuff costs too much. They also are very much in love with their sneakers. ‘nuf said.

The point of this long ramble is that going to leather events isn’t like it used to be. That comfy warm bed and my snuggly partner looks much more tempting at 9pm than thinking about leathering up and going out for the night.

Life is short: enjoy your gear, wherever you may go.

An Image that Inspired My Partner

The first time I visited my partner’s apartment after we met in April, 1993, I saw that he had this Tom of Finland image framed and hung on his wall. Seeing that we had an interest in ToF imagery in common was one more thing that convinced me that we had a long road ahead of us to learn and share.

A year or so after we met, I composed a photo of my partner just like this. The only difference is that my partner has a hairy chest; he doesn’t shave. And I really, really, really like it that way! Woof! (See image to the right … Isn’t he a HUNK?)

The ToF image is quite impressive, from the leather (imagining he’s in boots), the chiseled pecs (though man-boobs aren’t quite my thing), and the obvious focus in the center. Man, Tom of Finland was quite gifted, and I am glad to own some of his art that I continue to admire to this day.

But I have to say that I have the photo of my partner in this pose on my wall — not the ToF. I prefer to gaze at my real man. He inspires me each morning when I rise …

Life is short: admire art