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Back in the early days of motorcycling (circa 1920′s), some of the very first motorcycle jackets were actually military or aviator style jackets with buttons down the front and a short collar, sometimes referred to as a ‘mandarin collar’ characteristic of the era. Many of the popular styles were constructed of brown goatskin leather and were of a short design with a fitted waist, similar to the pre-WWII Army Air Corps jackets. Another popular material for these early jackets was horsehide. This thick, tough leather was in plentiful supply due to the Army Cavalry and many farmers, who used horses as work animals prior to the widespread availability of tractors, supplying these hides to the clothing industry.
The first company to market the was Schott Bros. who began producing the legendary ‘Perfecto’ jacket in 1928. They were soon joined by The Joseph Buegeleisen company, in Chicago, who started out in 1933 making motorcycle saddlebags and accessories, then began making motorcycle jackets in the 1940′s, these were commonly known as ‘Buco’ jackets.
Bike riders know that they cannot just get on their bikes and go for a ride. Because they are exposed to the wind, dust, pollution, and sun, they have to make efforts to shield themselves from these hazards. That is why most bike riders are seen wearing leather motorcycle jackets. These jackets are not just worn to look cool and handsome; they are actually worn with a purpose.
The jackets protect the riders from the cold weather. They also protect them from dust particles and other pollutants when on the road. Leather is a favorite jacket material because it gets better as it ages. Leather is also durable and waterproof. Hence, it is popular among motorcycle enthusiasts.
As a woman, pursuing my favorite hobby hasn’t always been easy. Riding motorcycles has traditionally been considered a man’s game, but I’m always eager to accept a challenge and shatter a few glass ceilings if need be. When I bought my first Harley and started riding around the town with friends, I caught some initial flak. One jerk even asked me why I wasn’t riding in a sidecar.
Over time, however, the guys started to accept me as one of them. I bought an assortment of women’s motorcycle jackets online and even took a cross-country road trip last summer. Nothing appeals to me more than the wide-open road ahead of me and vast expanses of scenic country flying by on all sides. These days I hardly care what the men think of me. All that matters is that I’m living life on my own terms.