There’s nothing better than leather pants on a crisp spring morning. I slide them up over the long johns and over the woolen socks. They are nearly twenty years old, yet due to diligent care have maintained their youthful appearance.
The pockets show the life long hidey spot of the zippo inside the left hip, and the double sided tape still holds it’s cuff on the bottom of the right leg.
By boots are tight but will loosen from the heat soon enough.
I come out into the bright sun. The warm breeze on my neck suggests a happy gland day…dry pavement free of sand and debris…ah doesn’t get any better than this!
The V four roars into life. The harmonious blends of it’s throaty cylinders make my heart roll over. She idles so sweetly, like a contented cat in the window.
I lay my leather clad self over the freshly painted rocket.
There is nothing like the first ride of the season, especially when the temperature is right, and the leathers fit tight.