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When I first came into possession of this jacket, it was beat to death. I mean really thrashed- tears in the sleeves, the collar was rotted out, and the leather was dry and brittle as a bone. But it was a relative bargain, and had a certain intrinsic beauty (think wabi sabi), and best of all it was a rare Cal Leathers horsehide from the sixties/fifties. So I really wanted to salvage it if I could. Total restoration project.
I took it to Gwen at Cal Leathers and asked her to work any kind of intervention or magic she had. I think her solution was to bathe the jacket in some kind of miracle cream and store it in a bag in the sun, so the jacket could warm up and absorb the oils. Amazingly when I got it back the leather was super supple and soft again. A new liner, some judicious patching, and now it’s one of my favorite classic café racers, with a second life after being brought back from the dead. I even like the sewed up repairs- kind of cool for a fifty year old hard ridden café. If it could only talk, I imagine it would tell some wild stories.
I took it to Gwen at Cal Leathers and asked her to work any kind of intervention or magic she had. I think her solution was to bathe the jacket in some kind of miracle cream and store it in a bag in the sun, so the jacket could warm up and absorb the oils. Amazingly when I got it back the leather was super supple and soft again. A new liner, some judicious patching, and now it’s one of my favorite classic café racers, with a second life after being brought back from the dead. I even like the sewed up repairs- kind of cool for a fifty year old hard ridden café. If it could only talk, I imagine it would tell some wild stories.