kilted motorcycle?

[Archangel]

Ask your self if your **** is worth a hundred bucks.

I have places on my body (Namely, my foot) where the road rash has NEVER healed. It is now a permanant fixture. Still scabby and rotten and never healing. (And that was with good boots even) Blacktop will cheese grater your soft squishy sack of meat body.

Just don't skimp on protective gear!

Scary question coming from you, Dread.

Sorry, just read this thread. For my two cents worth, after surviving more than I thought I would. Dread reminded me of the gravel in my knee and no hair on the side of my leg from bicycle crashes; shoulder scars and two visits to the doc to have gravel, etc, dug out of me bum from roller blading, stupid car cut me off in a park, accidents; meeting my neighbours by jumping over a fence to avoid a car driving down the sidewalk, he'd spilt his cola coming around the corner. Don't get me going on my 10 years of racing motocross scars.....

Sportkilt was designed to be a portable change room after bike races and for walking in the pits. Something to think about. How's this for "cool": park the bike, pull out your kilt, undo your jeans, wrap the kilt high and loose around you, reach under the kilt, pull your jeans off, tighten up your kilt, add belt and sporran to taste and away you go, just like you do this everyday. Ha.

[Ironscot]

This is probaby not the best topic for me to make my first post on, but oh well.

I've done plenty of riding in both my traditional kilts as well as my UKs. The whole trick is in the artful tucking of the thing. Yeah sure, I rashed my hindmost parts in a low speed spill once, but everything's five by five despite it. The worst part is when you're running down the expressway minding your own business and start getting crowded by a cage load of chickies trying for a free peek. I ride cruisers and baggers meself. I figure sport bikes would be a whole nuther nut to crack, no pun intended of course.

Use your own discretion. If you aren't comfortable doing it then don't. That's when you give Murphy carte blanche to jack you up no matter what you are wearing.