You sir are my hero.Like I tell my wife, its either this or hookers and blow
You gotta spend it on something
You sir are my hero.Like I tell my wife, its either this or hookers and blow
You gotta spend it on something
Like I tell my wife, its either this or hookers and blow
You articulated it perfectly Ton. You didn't say too much, you said it all!In all honesty this is a question I've asked myself repeatedly and I've never come up with a good answer. I can get a jacket, it's perfect and I immediately want another. Why? Sure there's little things I'll pick apart that most would consider ridiculous. Too loose here, too tight there etc.
I've honestly come to the conclusion that it's not the end product I truly love but rather the quest. No matter how well it turns out or how poorly, I'm obsessed with the quest. And these objects give you so many opportunities to inject your own vision into them. That's the thrill. After it's complete and you're wearing it...you roll over and go to sleep. Then the urge to do it again hits. It's the numbers for sizing game (can I get a "better" fit), the design elements and the myriad of options that keep me coming back. I keep swearing it off and then repeating the process.
It's the adrenaline rush of prospecting for me. I've found that the jacket itself is almost always somewhat anticlimactic, which is sick and sad. I've said too much
In all honesty this is a question I've asked myself repeatedly and I've never come up with a good answer. I can get a jacket, it's perfect and I immediately want another. Why? Sure there's little things I'll pick apart that most would consider ridiculous. Too loose here, too tight there etc.
I've honestly come to the conclusion that it's not the end product I truly love but rather the quest. No matter how well it turns out or how poorly, I'm obsessed with the quest. And these objects give you so many opportunities to inject your own vision into them. That's the thrill. After it's complete and you're wearing it...you roll over and go to sleep. Then the urge to do it again hits. It's the numbers for sizing game (can I get a "better" fit), the design elements and the myriad of options that keep me coming back. I keep swearing it off and then repeating the process.
It's the adrenaline rush of prospecting for me. I've found that the jacket itself is almost always somewhat anticlimactic, which is sick and sad. I've said too much
But Cookie Monster loves the cookies! I'm just like trying to find the one with the most chocolate chips, perfectly spaced and baked to perfection. Then when I find it, I take a bite, spit it out and start all over. I think it's actually closer to lunacy than addiction!
Well there's certainly comfort in this collective group hug.You articulated it perfectly Ton. You didn't say too much, you said it all!
But Cookie Monster loves the cookies! I'm just like trying to find the one with the most chocolate chips, perfectly spaced and baked to perfection. Then when I find it, I take a bite, spit it out and start all over. I think it's actually closer to lunacy than addiction!
Ain't it the truth. I think I need to find the forum where everybody wears Members Only windbreakers and discusses the pros and cons of pleated vs flat front dockers.
This poses in my mind a serious question.Could it just be that we are a bunch of psychos who like wearing dead animal skins!
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I've honestly come to the conclusion that it's not the end product I truly love but rather the quest. No matter how well it turns out or how poorly, I'm obsessed with the quest. And these objects give you so many opportunities to inject your own vision into them. That's the thrill. After it's complete and you're wearing it...you roll over and go to sleep. Then the urge to do it again hits. It's the numbers for sizing game (can I get a "better" fit), the design elements and the myriad of options that keep me coming back. I keep swearing it off and then repeating the process.
It's the adrenaline rush of prospecting for me. I've found that the jacket itself is almost always somewhat anticlimactic, which is sick and sad. I've said too much
I'm beginning to realize this is true. Right now I've got two pairs of shoes, a jacket (sport), jeans and a hat on the way. Does this mean there's a whole in my existence I'm trying to fill? Probably, but it's nice to ive in a state of expectation. And a shirt.That sounds like sex to me...........
I think most of us here have some sort of buying addictions. If it is not jacket, it may be something else.
You mean we have to make a choice??
Grrr...Now you tell me...;-(
Likely only when there were no options. People had to work hard and I'd reckon meat was the desired meal of just about anyone who could get it...not only that, it provided materials for tools, clothing, etc.This poses in my mind a serious question.
Did vegetarians or vegans in particular, exist amongst early Humans? ️
Yes, sadly I’ve gone through my share of collecting addictions. And while leather jackets are just the latest passion for me, at least there are a few advantages over other addictions. Leather jackets are far more easier to store and cheaper to maintain and procure than say…Depression era Pick-ups, Italian futurist furniture, cigarette boats, lethal jungle pets, or Cold War Soviet weaponry, etc. Could be worse, right?
Maybe I’m kidding myself, but I tend to view some of the rarer motorcycle jacket examples as beautiful works of art. A few examples I’ve owned I’ve even been tempted to mount and hang on the wall like a piece of Samurai armor, or an exotic Kimono. But unlike works of art, I like that leather jackets can be worn, enjoyed, used, and abused and they just look all the better for it.
That's me too. You couldn't call me an aficionado of leather jackets by any stretch of the imagination, let alone connoisseur, but I do like quality. My biker leather is well crafted, flawless hides, fits like a glove, well it did new. The other beauty that I bought has the appearance of the original A2 in my wardrobe, but at £600 it was a spend too far, then, by chance, I saw that the store was closing down. Make me an offer, the sign read. I had £185 on me, they took it. How I love that jacket.Also, as with the pending motorcycle, there's undeniably an element of midlife crisis to it, I'm sure. But mostly, I think I look good in them.