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You heard right, clown pants. That’s how one of my ex-bosses described the riding pants I used to own back then. While it would keep my bum safe if I got too close to the black top, it would certainly not keep me safe from ridicule. The same could be said of the kind of riding jackets or boots that we could have worn. You simply couldn’t have your cake and eat it too. You would have had to open yourself up to scorn and mockery when you decided to ride a motorcycle, because safet...
