Gear, gear, gear! I grew up on motorcycles. The bike shop had about 3 helmets on display, all from Bell. Nobody bought them.
We rode naked bikes with aviator glasses, T-shirts and jeans. We loved it, we loved life, we were alive.
We ride because it gives us a feeling of freedom. If you want to own a dresser that looks like a rolling house, put on all your leathers, boots, and lids go for it.
But on the flip side --------------- you have no moral athority for what others wear or don't wear. ......period...
