"We've been wondering, how many Harley jackets do you have?" came the question, not unexpectedly.
Picking up the leather from it's place on the back of the chair, I slipped into the soft leather.
"Three. This one fits." I said, pulling the zipper up to my neck. "If you're needing to borrow it, you're SOL..."
"Naw, just wondering if you might need a new bike to go along with the jacket..." one smart ass cracked.
I glanced over at the snickering goof.
"Screw you, Let's ride."
So we did.
