August 5th marked two years that I have worn kilts as my daily attire. The only exception to this is when I ride my maxi-scooter, a 650cc Suzuki Burgman. I'm a firm believer in ATGATT (all the gear all the time), because the highway will rip your skin off whether you ride a 50cc moped or a 2000cc cruiser.

I started wearing kilts because of my medical disabilities. Damage to my autonomic nervous system prevented normal sweating, and I needed the extra ventilation on warm/hot days. Of course I found them so comfortable I purchased wool kilts for the cool/cold weather so I could wear them daily all year round. Thanks to all the great folks hear I learned a great deal about kilts and Celtic history. Traced my roots back to Scotland (John Kennedy Sr, my great, great, great, great, great grandfather - born in Scotland in 1731) Not that being Scottish or having Scottish ancestors is a requirement.

Over these two years of kilt wearing I've met many people, and had many great conversations that otherwise would not have taken place if I had not been wearing a kilt. Our local newspaper did a feature article about me as a full-time kilt wearer a little over a year ago, and I still run into people who remember me from the article.

So here's to the kilt, to XMarks, and the kilted rabble. You have enriched my life more than I can possibly express in words.

Darrell