My buddy called me and told me there was going to be a benefit to help an 11 year old boy pay for his outrageous leukemia med bills, told me there would be food, beer, and loud music. I was IN. What he forgot to tell was that it was at a biker bar ran by the Hell' Angels(there were several surounding the entrance). I was wearing my leather kilt as I was expecting a big metal crowd. As I pulled up I was thinking of how, as of yet I haven't had a bad time wearing a kilt. But I said whatever, the worst that could happen is I would get beat up, so I went in anyway. I proud to tell you I still haven't had a bad time being kilted. When I walked in I heard several murmers, saw a little pointing, had some walk over and tell that they liked it. One women came over told me her whole Scot family tree. Another women walked over gave me a hug and told me I was very brave. I do have a Harley, but I am definitely NOT a biker. In my life I have talked to quite a few, and have always walked away thinking that they were really nice people. I am disappointed mostly in myself for judging them before I gave them a chance to show what they were really like.