{"id":191,"date":"2008-10-02T08:06:00","date_gmt":"2008-10-02T12:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=191"},"modified":"2008-10-02T08:06:00","modified_gmt":"2008-10-02T12:06:00","slug":"forgetful-in-leather","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=191","title":{"rendered":"Forgetful in Leather"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: verdana;\"><\/span><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SOS5au4S1rI\/AAAAAAAAAvY\/zn2ZueGeApk\/s1600-h\/Redpipedchaps01.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SOS5au4S1rI\/AAAAAAAAAvY\/zn2ZueGeApk\/s320\/Redpipedchaps01.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252526934332724914\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-family: verdana;\">My mother, my siblings, and my partner have all said over the years something to the effect of, &#8220;if your head weren&#8217;t screwed on, you&#8217;d lose it!&#8221;  Implying, fairly accurately, that I am forgetful. <\/p>\n<p>My excuse:  I have so many things running through my head that I forget some things some times.  My partner is sooooo very forgiving of that persistent problem.  I&#8217;m glad I can type as fast as I think, or I would forget what I am writing about.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, yeah, right &#8212; subject of this post:  I am forgetful in leather.  This morning was rather chilly at 50\u00b0F (10\u00b0C), but at least it was dry.  I got the red-piped chaps from my gear closet and put them on right after I got dressed, and well before I left the house.  They&#8217;re just so comfortable.  My partner doesn&#8217;t even ask any more when he sees me in dress clothes for work with chaps on.  He knows I&#8217;ll be riding my Harley to the Metro. <\/p>\n<p>This morning, he just gave me his usual warm, lingering embrace, kiss, &#8220;I love you,&#8221; and grabs his lunch to leave for work himself&#8230; and I go about sorting through agenda items across the dining room table for a meeting in which I will participate tonight.<\/p>\n<p>Okay, back to the subject:  to get myself to the Metro for my commute to work this morning, I did my T-CLOCS, put on my warm Motocross leather jacket, helmet, eyewear, gloves, and rolled the Harley to the end of the driveway, fired it up, and took off.  I enjoyed a nice ride to the Metro in the cool autumn air.<\/p>\n<p>When I got to the Metro station, there was another biker parking his bike in the reserved motorcycle spaces, and we talked as we secured our respective motorcycles.  I removed my briefcase from the TourPak and put my jacket, gloves, and helmet inside.  I locked it up, as well as the bike six-ways from Sunday.  Then I covered it:  out of sight, out of mind.<\/p>\n<p>Off I stroll to the Metro entrance, chat briefly with the peppy free-rag newspaper guy, go into the station, through the turnstile, and down the escalator and get on the next train to depart.  It is then that I look down and see that I still have my chaps on!<\/p>\n<p>Oops&#8230; but man, they are SOOOOO comfortable.  I don&#8217;t even feel them when they&#8217;re on.  So I just rode the rest of the way to my exit station with them on, and walked to my office.  It was only then that I took them off. <\/p>\n<p>A few people on the train gave me an odd look, but didn&#8217;t say anything.  I would have worn them all day had I not noticed&#8230; and for a meeting with the Big Cheese today, perhaps wearing chaps with a sport coat and tie might not be a good thing.  (smile.)<\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  Wear your boots and leather (but note to self:  remember to put <b>all<\/b> of the leathers away when you park the bike!)<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mother, my siblings, and my partner have all said over the years something to the effect of, &#8220;if your head weren&#8217;t screwed on, you&#8217;d lose it!&#8221; Implying, fairly accurately, that I am forgetful. 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