It goes with my black Schwinn...

Half the battle in finding the answers to your burning questions is in knowing what questions to ask in the first place. Time and time again, I hear the mistakenly formulated question, "Who really needs chaps?" This is not the question. The question should be, "Who doesn't need chaps?!" The answer: No one! That's right, everyone ought to have a pair.


Can't you just smell the leather?

Brought to you by the same woman who took me on a field trip to Camp Dellwood, my buddy and I drove down to Nashville on Tuesday in search of oddities and adventure. My buddy happens to be a biker girl, so she knows the leather shops down there pretty well. I wish I could say that I took some persuading in order to be convinced that we needed matching chaps, but who am I kidding? Leather chaps need no justification. The stupid things just feel cool, no matter how laughable they may look. Fortunately, the woman who outfitted me seemed to understand. As soon as I'd paid she asked encouragingly, "Aren't you going to wear them out of here?" And that's all it took to start me strutting around downtown Nashville with a quarter of a cow strapped to my legs. After a while, I didn't even mind that I was going to be leaving Nashville in a Jeep rather than on a Harley. Such is the power of the rebellious biker girl look. Try it today.