Are you wearing an L2 over there Stand By?????
Alas no, I had an L-2 (a Buzz Ricksons) and moved it on a while ago ... and I want another ! They're fantastic.
Are you wearing an L2 over there Stand By?????
Moved my Buzz L2A on too (too tight even at size 46). Favorite summer nylon is my 'Ground Pounder' L2B (Alpha) with a nice silky green lining too. Found it to be cooler than the A2 in the hot weather. If Buzz produced jackets that properly fitted me...they would have a regular (and poorer) customer....might struggle to pay the rent!!
When I first bought my 1982 Aero A2(Battersea) in 1982, I guess I wore it wherever possible for the first 2 or 3 years. In the hot blazing sun and downpours till the leather soaked up water like a sponge. I doubt I ever treated it with any kind of leather treatment in those days.
The leather never cracked or dried out and the jacket still exists today complete with the beer stained sleeves, sweaty armpits and god knows what else the jacket had soaked up through the years.
Maybe I approach my possesions slightly different to most on here but what I am getting at here is that to enjoy that jacket to the full, I took no notice of it's future retail value and had I worried about that sort of thing I probably would not have had so much fun in 30 years of wearing it.
J
Well said. These bad boys are meant to be worn and enjoyed, and when you look at after 30 years of wear and you see of those scuffs and stains, you think back at the great times you had wearing it. That's the great thing about leather jackets: they withstand the test of time, onky look better with age, and become uniquely yours. Wear it till you drop.
Maybe I approach my possesions slightly different to most on here but what I am getting at here is that to enjoy that jacket to the full, I took no notice of it's future retail value and had I worried about that sort of thing I probably would not have had so much fun in 30 years of wearing it.
J
That's me all over...iv had my Harley for22yrs...it's immaculate...have I enjoyed riding it...Not really....my aeros..exactly the same..I love wearing my enfield..it's breaking in great but doesn't scratch or Mark up....at nearly58ifind it hard to change habits of a lifetime..but I'm trying.....just wear it &enjoyWhen I was a teenager, all of us kids rode dirt bikes. They were street-legal "enduros," not the best at either street riding, or hitting the woods trails. I was pretty darned fast on my 125cc Yamaha. I saved up and purchased a brand new CanAm dirt bike; a real one. It had twice the engine, a zillion times the horsepower, better suspension. It was a real live pure dirt bike....nothing street legal about it. It was, at that time, the fastest production bike on the planet, in it's class.
I couldn't wait to hit the trails with my buddies. I was going to absolutely cream them with my new weapon. Then, the most incredible thing happened: I went from always being in the top handful of riders, to trying to figure out which way everyone had gone by observing which fork in the trail had the most dust settling on it. I was just that far behind.
The problem was being afraid to scratch my new bike, the first brand new motorcycle I ever owned. I couldn't stand the thought of bent/broken levers, torn seats, beat up fenders, etc. I played it so safe I really didn't enjoy riding it. But at some point, even going at my new snail's pace, I managed to zig when a solid zag was indicated, and dropped the object of my adoration about 14 feet to the bottom of a gully. After getting it unceremoniously hoisted back up to the trail, an inventory was taken of the damage. It was all minor in scope but my orange steed was now battle scarred and looked a whole lot more "serious."
I got on, kick-started it, and proceeded to ride like it was intended. After I decided not to worry about wear-and-tear anymore, it was a fantastic piece of equipment and served it'so intended function very well. And from that point on, although I never purposely abused it, I didn't hold back, either, and everything was all joy-joy.
Owning that motorcycle taught me to go ahead and enjoy using my stuff.