All American Boots

I have written blog posts before about my impression of All American Boots. Wearing boots all the time and having as many different pairs as I have, I’ve learned a thing or two about boot construction and quality. I truly believe that All American boots are a great value for the money. They are made in a small shop in California, using equipment that once belonged to the Bond Boot Company (that made Effingham boots, for example.) I have had a pair of All American Patrol Boots that I wear a lot, and continue to enjoy their style, comfort, durability, and ease-of-maintenance. (For information on how to maintain a great shine on these boots, see this post elsewhere on this blog.)

The only trouble with All American Boots is that they were not as easy to get as other major brands, such as Dehner or Wesco. But the situation has improved!

I posted pictures of these boots on my website here.

I made a tutorial video about how to lace a zipper into firefighter boots using these AA FireFighter boots as a model.

[Content that was here about a vendor from which I bought these boots has been removed. That vendor is no longer in business.]

Life is short: get booted in All American Boots!

The Cost of Your Toys

I was joking around with a colleague the other day. He has an iPhone, iPad, iPod, not one but two e-readers, and several more of the latest electronic gadgets. He was moaning about the challenges of updating files across all of these gizmos, along with his laptop through “the cloud.” I tell ‘ya, he lost me with this cloud business.

I told him that I was cheap and wouldn’t have any gadget like that (other than a laptop, I admit) because I will not pay exorbitant monthly service fees to companies that are rich enough already.

He then said, “but you have a Harley. Your toy is more expensive than mine!” As I got to thinking about that remark, I realized he was right. Later, I received an email from a fellow Harley owner who was lamenting about the high cost of routine service. He was right, too.

Yeah, we pay for our toys, alright. Initial acquisition costs notwithstanding, the ongoing cost to maintain it (service plans, maintenance, etc.) impose demands on the bank accounts.

I really have no defense, and admit it. I do not have to have a Harley. I don’t even have to have a motorcycle. I have a four-wheeled vehicle, though driving it for any distance makes me crazy. I ride a motorcycle because it is fun, convenient, often free to park, fun, free, and joyful. Did I say, “fun”? Yeah, a lot of that. Also gives me a very good reason to wear boots and leather regularly. (But honestly, I would do that anyway.)

Back to the topic of motorcycle maintenance… yeah, it’s expensive to keep a motorcycle operating safely and properly, especially if one follows the manufacturer’s maintenance schedule. Tires, and even an oil change, can cost hundreds.

Some guys I know do a lot of motorcycle maintenance themselves, and more power to ’em. I have chosen to have my service done by a professional — mostly because of space requirements (which I don’t have). Further, the newer the bike, the more complicated it is, and sometimes doing something simple like changing the battery requires a huge amount of disassembly of other parts before you can even gain access to the battery compartment. It’s an awful hassle.

Plus, when I bring my bike to a seasoned professional to have service done, I am assured that he knows what he’s doing because he’s done it before, lots of times. For me, I might miss a step or forget to check something because I do not do motorcycle maintenance for a living.

By the way, I choose to use an independent mechanic to do my work. Not only are his charges (a little) less expensive, I feel that since he knows me, he is taking care of me when he does maintenance on my Harley, as opposed to just repairing another bike in the long line of bikes to work on during any given day. And he can take me on a day’s notice, instead of a week or more advanced scheduling required by the dealer.

Independent shops with skilled mechanics are hard to find, but when you find one, they want to do good work because they want you to come back and to refer friends. That’s how I found out about the shop I use now — referred by a friend. (I have to admit, I was motivated to go somewhere else when I experienced some problems at my dealership’s repair shop when a new mechanic screwed up some rather simple repairs and I had to return three times to have those things fixed.)

In summary — having toys is expensive if they require ongoing support, service contracts, and/or maintenance. It all boils down to choices — “need” or “want” and for this class of things, you have to admit, it’s all “want.” No one “needs” an iPhone (or a cell phone for that matter). No one “needs” a Harley. However, if one budgets appropriately and has the financial resources with disposable income to pay the ongoing costs (or better yet, an employer who provides a stipend to offset monthly charges or directly pays monthly costs), then have your toys. (I wish I could find a way to convince my employer to pay for the maintenance of my Harley, but that ain’t gonna happen LOL!)

Life is short: enjoy your toys (provided you can afford them!)

Biker Boots to Wear with Shorts

As this search engine result indicates, there are some people who actually search for information on “biker boots to wear with shorts.”

Here are two options:

1. If you want to wear a functional boot as a hiking boot, and confuse that with what some people call a “biker boot,” then get a boot that is about 6″ tall and has good tread — and go hiking.

2. If you possibly could have been considering wearing shorts while riding a motorcycle, all I can say is, “please don’t.” Wearing shorts while riding a motorcycle is silly, stupid, unsafe, and looks really dorky. Don’t wear shorts while riding a motorcycle — even if you choose to wear boots.

Life is short: wear long pants and boots while riding a motorcycle.

Brothers?

I received an email the other day from a frequent reader of this blog. He was confused. He read the post about my twin brother retiring, then another post about me going to “a brother’s” for a crab feast.

How many brothers do you have?” was the inquiry. “I’m confused.”

Sorry for any confusion. Regular readers of this blog have read occasional postings that I have written about my family. I am blessed, truly blessed, with seven brothers. I am also very blessed to have seven sisters. All from the same Mom and Dad. Yep, our Mom was “fertile”!

So when I write about doing this with a brother or that with a sister, or celebrating birthdays of nieces, nephews, and “the greats,” I am fortunate to have many family members to do things with. I am exceptionally pleased that we all remain close. Granted, I may not be that close with some of my brothers- or sisters-in-law, but that’s okay — blood keeps the siblings close, regardless of a few rare disagreements brought on by some in-laws.

What’s it like to be the only gay dude in a large family? Read this past blog post for details.

The most frequent question that I have received is, “in such a large family, are you the only one who is gay?” In our case, the answer is yes. I know that’s against the regular law of averages, but so be it.

It’s great having such a large family. We all are different, do different things, have different lives, work at different jobs. But together, we compose a close and loving family. That’s what it’s all about.

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

The Withering Stare

I rode my Harley to my brother’s home yesterday for a crab feast. I saw the family, had some crabs, gave a few kiddos who were dressed appropriately (long pants, closed-toe shoes) a ride on “big bad Uncle’s Harley,” had a few more crabs, gave a sister a ride on the Harley (which was a hoot to watch), then picked out a half-dozen crabs and put them in a bag to take home for my partner, and took off. (He doesn’t go to gatherings of my family because he prefers quiet — and my family [bless their souls] aren’t “quiet” by any means.)

As I was riding home, I stopped at a red signal. I noticed the headlight of another bike in my left mirror. This dude, who couldn’t have been more than 25, rolled up next to me on a beautiful Harley. Unfortunately, the kid was wearing shorts and flip flops. On a Harley! Arrrrggghh!

I turned and gave that guy a really long, hard, stare. I pointed to those things on his feet, and mouthed the words, “flip-flops? Are you kidding?” then did one of those gestures that in America means “crazy” — circling the finger while pointing to the head.

The kid just sat there, pretending not to notice, but I saw him look down at his feet then back at me then try to look away.

I noticed that the light was seconds from turning green, so I pulled in the clutch, dropped the transmission into first gear, and as the light changed, slowly let out the clutch for a smooth take-off.

Meanwhile, at the same time the kid noticed me getting ready to take off, he also put his bike in gear, but I think he forgot to pull in the clutch, or didn’t pull it all the way — anyway, he stalled his bike! The bike jerked a few cm forward, then died.

I hate to admit it, but I just about fell off my own bike laughing.

Goes to show ‘ya, the Biker Lords exist — perhaps the kid learned a lesson. Minimally, it’s not to pretend to be a cool biker and ride up on a motorcycle next to me and try to get by wearing shorts and flip-flops without my noticing. Withering stares work! LOL!

Life is short: real bikers wear long pants and boots. No exceptions.

Independence Day

Wishing my fellow residents of the U.S. a Happy Independence Day!

This morning, I will observe two friends be sworn in as our country’s newest citizens. I helped coach them through the arduous citizenship process. They earned this special moment, and I am thrilled for their accomplishment! Once again, we’ll be at a ceremony at the birthplace of the U.S. National Anthem, Ft. McHenry, near Baltimore, Maryland.

After that, I’ll head back home and feed my partner lunch. Then I’ll drop in at my brother’s home as I always do on July 4 to have some Maryland steamed crabs. Um-um! I won’t stay long, though, because my partner will not go with me, and I don’t want to be away from him too long. I’ll bring him back some crabs, which he likes as much as I do.

In the evening, we’ll relax in our cool, comfortable basement, and watch fireworks and concerts on television. Yeah … TV. My partner doesn’t want to go out, and I can’t stand the hassles. It’s no fun any more with all the security garbage in place that wasn’t there when I was a kid. Plus, we can see it better on TV than in person.

Happy 235th birthday, America!

My Brother’s Retirement

My twin brother, J, who has posted guest posts on this blog and comments frequently, called the other day and freaked me out. He said that he will retire in August.

Retire? Already? Heck, he’s not even 54 years old! If he retires at such a young age, how old does he make me feel? More than four minutes older, that’s for sure (LOL!)

Unfortunately, his rotation of duty in France is coming to a close, and his employer offered him a very undesirable posting for the next three years. He tried to negotiate something different, but they weren’t budging, so he decided to file for retirement after 32 years of faithful service.

He will come home (that is, where I live and where we grew up) for a visit and some meetings in August, and stay with us. By then, perhaps he will have decided what he will do, and where he and his wife will reside. My “twin thing” tells me that he will stay in Europe, because he speaks every major European language fluently, and his wife is Italian, with lots of family there. She works, as well, but her job is easily transportable (that is, she can work anywhere). My brother is so skilled and well-connected, I anticipate he will find something to do that pays a salary, rather than take up painting on the Champs-Élysées or hawk plastic swords at the Roman Coliseum (LOL!)

Gosh, bro, you really know how to make me feel OLD! And I’m nowhere near retirement. I’ve got too much to do!

Life is short: celebrate vicariously!

Just Holding His Hand

Here I go again, posting about how much I love my partner.

For the past several months, my partner has not been well. I have described what is going on in previous posts on this blog. He’s managing, and we’ll get through it, together. But there’s a long road ahead.

As my partner has had symptoms that cause him to suffer, then finding out the cause (a non-cancerous brain tumor), he has been even more quiet and reserved than ever. He is behaving that way because he is frightened. I understand that.

I want to help him as much as I can, but there is little that I can do… or so I thought.

What I quickly figured out what he needs most right now is to have me sit with him, hold his hand, and just “be” with him. So that is what I am doing. Just holding his hand, keeping close. We don’t have to say a word, and often we don’t. He can feel how much I love him, just by holding his hand. He knows. I know. That’s what a true, loving relationship is all about.

I felt badly in the way that I allowed other activities in my life take me away from my partner at a time when he needs me to comfort him. I got busy with family, with my motorcycle riding club, with my senior pals, and with community leadership work. I would look forward to writing blog posts and updating my website and so forth and so on — all taking me away from spending time with my partner.

Was it that I didn’t want to be with him? Of course not. But I allowed other things to consume precious time. Fortunately, if I can say one thing for being together 18+ years is that my partner understood that being “busy” was how I was. He never asked for anything, and didn’t complain when I ran off to this meeting or got involved in that project out-of-the-house.

But another credit to being together as long as we have been together is that I figured it out fairly quickly (or at least I am giving myself credit for it) … he wanted and needed more time with me. I scaled back my other activities tremendously — because, after all, my partner truly is my life, my love, my one-and-only. Nothing and no one is more important to me than he is. So if the blog doesn’t get written, the website gets stale, the Harley sits in the garage — so be it. He is my number one.

Life is short: hold the hand of the one you love.

Custom Grey Leather Gear

Woo-hoo! It’s finally here! My new custom-made motorcycle riding gear made especially for me by Johnson Leather of San Francisco, California, USA!

Gray leather, not black??? Am I committing sacrilege to the Biker Lords who establish norms for biker leathers?

While I’m sure that some guys wouldn’t find this color of leather all that interesting, and even some may say that it is over-the-top — to me, as a secure, leather-oriented biker, it’s perfect! Stand out from the crowd of boring black leather-clad bikers in ill-fitting gear. I’ve long been all about being my own guy, and this is a way I can express my independence and freedom from the shackles of conformity.

Here’s the story on the gear: in late March, while on a business trip to San Francisco, my friend Mike took me to Johnson Leather where I discussed my interests and specifications, and my measurements were taken for a cop-style leather jacket and a pair of leather riding pants to match.

In May, I received a canvas mock-up of the jacket and pants. Johnson Leather asked me to have pictures taken of me wearing the mock-up, both in a standing and sitting-on-my-Harley position. I sent the pictures to them, and they used what they saw to make adjustments to the fitting before cutting the leather to make the garments.

In late June, I received my new custom gray leather jacket and matching custom pants.

Wow! This outfit fits perfectly and is (to me) really cool-looking! The leather from which it is made is thick — I estimate 7-8 oz. thickness, so the gear provides both warmth as well as protection.

The jacket is cut in a traditional biker/motorcycle cop style. It has three zipped outer pockets and one deep inner pocket. It is lined with silk. The jacket is cut to allow freedom of movement, required when I wear it while riding my Harley.

A particular custom-specified feature with which I am especially pleased is an added leather back panel made for the jacket. Here’s the reason why I had that done: I ride with a motorcycle club, and while I would like to have the club’s patches (colors) added to the jacket to wear when I ride with them, I didn’t want to damage the jacket with permanent additions. Who knows? I may have to change patches for some reason in the future, or I may want to wear the jacket to locations where wearing club colors isn’t something I would want to do, or the club wouldn’t want the colors shown. (That club would get upset if I wore its colors into a gay venue, because the club’s national leadership is homophobic.)

The pants are made with lots of room in the seat and thigh, so my hips and legs move freely as I swing my leg over the saddle of my Harley or require maneuverability when I walk the bike into a tight parking spot. The pants have a zip fly which is much better when leathers will actually be worn while riding a motorcycle. The room around the hips and crotch provide for maneuverability, too — unlike some leathers made for fetish-wear.

The only down-side, if there is a down-side, is that these new leathers are designed for warmth, so I cannot test them out on a ride on my Harley until our local temperatures cool off significantly.

Life is short: know what you want, how to specify it, and be your own man by choosing to wear leathers in colors other than black!

Once again, here are links to more photos of the custom gray leather jacket and matching custom pants.

Shorts with Chaps

This guy went on a motorcycle ride that I was part of last week. He showed up wearing boots, a Harley t-shirt, and a pair of ugly plaid shorts with chaps over them.

I admire his courage. And, as usual, nobody said a thing. His legs were protected, and he had boots on… so as long as he didn’t take off those chaps, I guess he was alright. But man, if you’re going to wear shorts under chaps, find a pair of plain-colored shorts. Those plaid things have got to go! LOL!

Life is short: wear leather and boots when riding — no shorts (alone!)