I found my gloves. I just happened upon them after almost giving
up completely. I thought I would never
find any like my last pair.
Oh my last pair. A
moment of silence please…. Gorgeous was the only way I could describe them… burgundy
with beige and black stitching & chrome buckles… It was a love affair every time I put them
on. Slowly slipping my fingers into their
leathery tightness,. pulling the cuffs over my wrists …tightly fastening the
buckles that went half way up my arms. Putting them on meant fun was about to happen. I could almost feel the kick-start of my 1960
VBA underfoot… Gears would be changed.. Speed would accelerate, clutches would
be pulled, … pavement would be passing below me.
Ah, and then the accident. You were my first line of
defence and kept my hands safe and wound free.
You sacrificed yourself for my hands, and let yourself go… stitching
undone, leather shredded and torn by the hard and unforgiving asphalt. I wept when I looked at what it had done to
you.
I never thought I would find a worthy replacement. Yet here I am, January and after an extensive
6 month search I have found them. The
Bikes are sitting uninsured in my garage, but as soon as I pulled you on and
did up your gorgeous buttons I could feel my heart racing. Riding season will
be here soon, and you my new sexy protectors are going to make it all the more
sweet.
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