Quote Originally Posted by Jimmy Carbomb
I went into a Biker Bar in Baltimore (say THAT ten times real fast) and got the initial "looks". After awhile, I was getting asked where I got the kilt. WHEW!
As I mentioned in a post earlier in the week, over the weekend I had a GREAT time at a biker wedding, including the subsequent reception at a biker bar. My wife got the rare chance to dress in her leather vest and pants in and also had a fun time. Actually, since the crowd was mostly in denim, she also stood out! I did get some looks and a few questions, along with one frisky (yet frightening) woman who spot checked me for undergarments.

Conversely, folks seemed to find me particularly funny today at Sam's Warehouse Club. I try to keep a sense of humor about myself, but I really wasn't seeing how a guy in a kilt could cause so much amusement amongst the other shoppers. I felt as though I was wearing a clown suit. Then, at the US Post Office, a fellow whistled at me and felt free to tell me I could use a hair cut. He could have used a bath, but I kept that to myself while I smiled and continued with my transaction. The clerk did ask him to leave, though.


Going out is certainly a mixed bag.

Mychael