For bonus points, call that propeller-less beanie a Juliet cap . Good for hours of fun! 
Bawahahaha, people come up to me and say that all the time… It is so cool.
After looking on-line and shopping at a few more local shops I’ve decided to hunt down a police leather motorcycle jacket. There are a few uniform shops in town so these are next on my radar.
I found a store that had another style of Harley boot on sale. It isn’t steel-toe but it is pretty thick leather with a solid sole. This must be an older model. I have pretty wide feet and this is the first boot I’ve tried on that didn’t pinch my feet out of the box. The price was half of what I planned to pay. I figured these would do for now until I can find what I’m looking for or track down a pair of chippewa boots.
A pair of plyers and a screwdriver later it no longer has Harley bling on it.
My 15 year old daughter took the some of the bling, painted it with pink fingernail polish and turned them into earrings.
points at Harley-Davidson
HA HA
FWIW, we’ve got a bunch of what you’d think of as ‘real’ bikers who ride their Hogs around where I live - before the Southern Maryland town I live in became a DC exurb, it was a serious biker hangout, and while they’ve toned down their behavior when in town, they’re still around in fair numbers. They’re not Hell’s Angels; they’re Pagans, a rival gang.
However, they are a graying bunch, and while they go at a speed that may have once used to have been ‘fast’ out on the open road, most of the four-door family sedans are passing them - or backed up behind them, wishing they could pass.
I think the few young rebel bikers around here are on those colorful crotch-rockets. Damn, do those things fly.
Another vote for Red Wing boots. Steel toed boots by and large are uncomfortable beasts. Cheap ones even more so. But Red Wings are comfy, and they are made with that nice thick leather. Sadly, they only have two selections in their Engineer boots now, one with the advertising all over it, and the other with Yellow highlights.
There’s a Harley-Davidson “shop” near my office (in a fairly upscale part of town) that doesn’t even sell actual motorcycles, just all the labeled stuff you can get to go along with it.
Mock them all you will, but I gotta say that bikers still have a great sense of community.
My mom and stepfather were in a motorcycle accident a few years back. They hit a dog on a country road, and went flying. Luckily, they didn’t break any bones and their leathers managed to protect them from most of the road burns, but they were still pretty banged up.
A few days after the accident, they started getting cards and envelopes in the mail from all over the country, each containing a few bucks. Five here, twenty there . . . what they recieved from perfect stangers fully covered their medical bills. Mom was astonished. She said that she herself had sent money when she heard that someone had been injured while riding a bike, but she never imagined that so many people participated in these unorganized word-of-mouth campaigns, or it would add up to so much for the recipient.
I wanted to share this photo with you guys. I took it last year in Washington DC. We were there duing the Rolling Thunder motorcycle rally, and we were at a crossroads near the Holocaust Museum when I saw this. There was an elderly veteran in a wheelchair watching the parade of bikers. Most of them stopped when they saw him and shook his hand, or offered a salute.