Ahhh, the cooler days of autumn are upon us here in the Mid-Atlantic eastern United States. As I gear up for autumn motorcycle rides, do I choose different motorcycle boots from those that I wear during summer?
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That Guy With The Boots
Last night I was attending a public hearing about a wonky community issue. I was not planning to testify or speak, but the Chair of the Board holding this hearing was rather annoyed with conflicting testimony being presented, looked at me, and asked,
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Riding Workout
On Saturday, I pulled on a new pair of ballistic denim jeans along with a ballistic nylon jacket, tall tall Chippewa hi-shine boots, donned my new SuperSeer helmet, and joined a group from my motorcycle club for a ride.
My spouse has been reluctant or worried about me riding by myself ever since I had that crash on 31 May. He approved, though, of me…
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Spamming This Blog
One of the unfortunate things that bloggers have to deal with are those nefarious bot-driven spammers. The one that occurs on this blog most frequently is from those idiots in India who use fake American-sounding names with messages about SEO (search engine optimization). They attempt to post comments on several of my blog posts. The comments all begin with, …
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Not In This Wedding
A close friend is (finally) getting married to his girlfriend of many years. This friend was married before, but his previous wife died in a tragic car crash ten years ago. So when he decided to get married again, he asked me to serve as a groomsman in his wedding. I don’t know what I was thinking when I said “yes” — well, perhaps I was thinking the wedding would be informal.
At our age if a wedding occurs, especially a second wedding, it is usually much less formal. But both the groom and the bride have both sets of parents and grandparents still living, and their expectations are for a very fancy and formal wedding. The bride’s parents are loaded–so all the trappings of a big wedding are expected.
I generally avoid weddings, but was considering participating as requested for the sake of my friend (and his fiancee who is really sweet). However, when I happened to be at my friend’s mother’s house last week (doing a minor plumbing repair), she said…
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More Cowboy Boots Than Motorcycle Boots?
I received an email the other day that struck me funny. It said,
You should change your name from Booted “Harley” dude to Cowboy Booted Dude because you have more cowboy boots than motorcycle boots.
Well, that’s true. Why?
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12 Birthdays: Celebrating Christmas
I know the title of this post seems odd, but there is a reason for it. Regular readers of this blog know that I have a very large family. Back in the time most of us were conceived, Dad…
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Leather in Different Colors
I received an email from someone in Greece who asks,
I adore so much your BLUF multiple colorful fetish uniforms gear, but the BLUF site doesn’t have a leather color chart. Even your website does not mention anything about choosing colors. So if someone wants to order a full leather uniform or a combination of different colors how are you informed?
I assume a little was lost in translation, but I think he is asking for guidance on choosing colors of leather in the leather fetish community, and if there are “community rules” for leather colors.
I can understand why he is asking because…
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More Is Not Better
Occasionally I receive questions via email or other means asking about caring and treating boots. I have written about that before, here. This post is to reaffirm that when it comes to using specialized products like exotic skin conditioner, Bick 4, Hubberds shoe grease, plain old paste wax/shoe polish, or other leather cleaning and care products that…
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Ain’t No Fag in Flip-Flops
My spouse and I completed our chores at the mother-in-law’s place in Pittsburgh, and headed back on the 250-mile trek to our home in Maryland.
When nature called, we stopped at a rest stop on the Turnpike.
When you enter the building, there is a Starsucks on the left and bathrooms on the right. Waiting in line for Starsucks were the “usual suspects,” millennials starting at smartphones, wearing shorts and flip-flops. Wearing denim jeans and brown Chippewa harness boots, I don’t fit that kind of crowd; I turned right and headed into the bathroom and into a toilet stall.
You quite never know what you will hear while using the toilet at a rest stop, but the subject of this post is exactly what I overheard when two guys who entered the bathroom about the same time that I did…
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