MomJeans420 posted:

I've been reading the crash test thread, so now I'm ready to get a proper pair of boots. Looks like the A* SMX-5 boots are gone (at least in my size), are the SMX-6 the new hive mind boot? Just looking for something under $300, and I don't really care about walking in them. I wouldn't mind a non-A* boot since their sizes correspond to 12.5 and 13.5, and I'm a 13 (US).

McStephenson posted:

I'm looking for a riding shoe/boot that isn't flashy but is good protection for the money.

How is the TCX X-Street Waterproof Shoe? Does anyone have any suggestions?

Also, are Corazzo Cordero Gloves pretty hand death or are they actually good gloves? I have armored Bilt gloves that hurt like crazy and I'm tired of hurting my hands when I ride.

McStephenson posted:

I'm looking for a riding shoe/boot that isn't flashy but is good protection for the money.

How is the TCX X-Street Waterproof Shoe? Does anyone have any suggestions?

Also, are Corazzo Cordero Gloves pretty hand death or are they actually good gloves? I have armored Bilt gloves that hurt like crazy and I'm tired of hurting my hands when I ride.

HotCanadianChick posted:

If the footwear isn't high enough and stiff enough to cover and protect your ankles, they're worthless. And those look like gardening gloves, not actual protection.

Stop being hipster trash, embrace the spacelord look.

HotCanadianChick posted:

If the footwear isn't high enough and stiff enough to cover and protect your ankles, they're worthless. And those look like gardening gloves, not actual protection.

Stop being hipster trash, embrace the spacelord look.

McStephenson posted:

I'm looking for a riding shoe/boot that isn't flashy but is good protection for the money.

How is the TCX X-Street Waterproof Shoe? Does anyone have any suggestions?

Also, are Corazzo Cordero Gloves pretty hand death or are they actually good gloves? I have armored Bilt gloves that hurt like crazy and I'm tired of hurting my hands when I ride.

Lynza posted:

Having used the previous iteration of the TCX shoe, I can tell you that while it is waterproof, because it's so short, it's gonna essentially just pour water down into the shoe if you get splashed while you're riding. I don't recommend them, either, because they just don't have good ankle protection.

I get wanting a certain aesthetic, but if you actually want to stay dry, you're gonna have to suck it up and get the "ugly" gear.

TCX makes some great tall boots (adventure stuff, with Gore-Tex) that I've worn for 2 winters now, and they're fabulous. Good shin and ankle protection, my feet have never gotten wet, and I even wear them in the summer.

What size glove do you wear? I have a pair I'd be glad to send you if they'd fit. They're waterproof enough for most folks (not me, because my rides are usually at least 45+ minutes in the rain), so they might work for you if you're just trying to save money.

HotCanadianChick posted:

If the footwear isn't high enough and stiff enough to cover and protect your ankles, they're worthless. And those look like gardening gloves, not actual protection.

Stop being hipster trash, embrace the spacelord look.

Coydog posted:

"authentic"

HotCanadianChick posted:

Not gonna lie, when I got to this part of your post, I felt a little vomit come up in the back of my throat.

McStephenson posted:

I wear Large size gloves: I really appreciate you being willing to send me a pair to try!


I know I'm the worst for wanting things without tons of extra poo poo/designs on it but I also want good protection- I wear a full shoei helmet instead of a lovely 3/4 deal with a bubblevisor like I would want but I value my jaw.

I'm trying to make it werk

McStephenson posted:

I wear Large size gloves: I really appreciate you being willing to send me a pair to try!


I know I'm the worst for wanting things without tons of extra poo poo/designs on it but I also want good protection- I wear a full shoei helmet instead of a lovely 3/4 deal with a bubblevisor like I would want but I value my jaw.

I'm trying to make it werk

HotCanadianChick posted:

Not gonna lie, when I got to this part of your post, I felt a little vomit come up in the back of my throat.

Coydog posted:

*Always-on nanorecorders point into a dimly lit Transport Storage Cube. A young man can be seen using a hacksaw to remove the fairings from a pristine condition f4i. An earnest and forward narrator breaks into the spectacle with an air of wisdom and experience.*

"My father died tragicly just before I was born, taken in the prime of his youth when an 80 mph stoppie went wrong. Happened right there in the old McDonalds parking lot. All I have of him is pictures, memories, tales told to me by those of his fellow riders who still survive. I began this project in order to capture a piece of my heritage, a bit of the father I never knew, and to relive a time when motorcycles were real, and authentic. I'm glad to bring you along, to have you take part in this scrapbook I call my journey of manhood.

I hold in my hands a bit of history, from when motorcycle gear was real, like a knights armor, and not the energy field quackery of today. My father's remaining old revit cayanne glove, found 70 ft from where he last sat astride a powerful machine. The hard plastic on the top of the hand was called a knuckle slider. You can see here they are worn down. Bikers of the era clearly did this to reduce wind resistance and increase speed. I managed to find one last remaining pair at a flea market, in perfect condition, that I ground down in the same manner. The smell, as I was enveloped in the smoke of burning plastic, was like being wrapped in the fog of history.

Here, too, another gem of history. An old icon helmet from 2004, 23 years old now, yet still as protective as the smoke and mirrors headgear of today. As my father, and the real riders of their era did, this helmet never leaves it's ornamental spot hooked to the tail of the bike. They still haven't learned what was discovered in times gone by; helmets kill, sure as a snakebite.

By some stroke of luck, I found the perfect base for my journey, both literal and metaphorical. A pristine and well cared for 2006 GSXR 1000. Made by honda, I believe, under their performance group 'Suzuki'. Truly a diamond in the rough. In the coming weeks I'll set about converting it to it's true form. In times gone by, the riders had to make bikes fast and agile on their own, with grime under their nails, and sweat on their brow. I intend to follow this tradition by creating the fabled "streetfighter", and going on a journey in homage to my lost father figure."

*nanorecorders pan and zoom on footage of the hacksaw's haggard cuts through mirror smooth paint, eventually leaving mere bits of plastic attached to fairing mount screws. A shower of sparks flys as these screws and mounts are ground down by an angle grinder. Fallout Boy plays softly behind the narrator's struggles to dent the top of the gas tank inwards to the chosen degree. Logos on stickers come in and out of focus at a rapid rate as they are applied across the now ravaged tank and tail sections. One can be seen to read 'NO GRENADES' as the image fades to black*

*fade in to the finished gsxr sitting next to a landfill. Three figures make a show of laughter and earnest human connection, as they toil over their hexiform organic artificial coffee suppliment substitute. Two can be seen carefully fist bumping their ground down knuckle sliders. The scratchy and heartfelt narrator returns, unbeckoned, and unwanted*

"Out here, among the wastes of our ancestry, we find a true connection. A bond of brothers, and sisters, in authenticity. The fumes of unburnt gasoline hang in the air as we chase our dreams, hunt our potential, and remember a simpler time. When I began this, I did it for my father. Ending, I realize I've been doing it for myself all along. This is what an authentic connection to a united biker past brings you. It brings you to yourself. It brings you home."

Coydog posted:

*Always-on nanorecorders point into a dimly lit Transport Storage Cube. A young man can be seen using a hacksaw to remove the fairings from a pristine condition f4i. An earnest and forward narrator breaks into the spectacle with an air of wisdom and experience.*

"My father died tragicly just before I was born, taken in the prime of his youth when an 80 mph stoppie went wrong. Happened right there in the old McDonalds parking lot. All I have of him is pictures, memories, tales told to me by those of his fellow riders who still survive. I began this project in order to capture a piece of my heritage, a bit of the father I never knew, and to relive a time when motorcycles were real, and authentic. I'm glad to bring you along, to have you take part in this scrapbook I call my journey of manhood.

I hold in my hands a bit of history, from when motorcycle gear was real, like a knights armor, and not the energy field quackery of today. My father's remaining old revit cayanne glove, found 70 ft from where he last sat astride a powerful machine. The hard plastic on the top of the hand was called a knuckle slider. You can see here they are worn down. Bikers of the era clearly did this to reduce wind resistance and increase speed. I managed to find one last remaining pair at a flea market, in perfect condition, that I ground down in the same manner. The smell, as I was enveloped in the smoke of burning plastic, was like being wrapped in the fog of history.

Here, too, another gem of history. An old icon helmet from 2004, 23 years old now, yet still as protective as the smoke and mirrors headgear of today. As my father, and the real riders of their era did, this helmet never leaves it's ornamental spot hooked to the tail of the bike. They still haven't learned what was discovered in times gone by; helmets kill, sure as a snakebite.

By some stroke of luck, I found the perfect base for my journey, both literal and metaphorical. A pristine and well cared for 2006 GSXR 1000. Made by honda, I believe, under their performance group 'Suzuki'. Truly a diamond in the rough. In the coming weeks I'll set about converting it to it's true form. In times gone by, the riders had to make bikes fast and agile on their own, with grime under their nails, and sweat on their brow. I intend to follow this tradition by creating the fabled "streetfighter", and going on a journey in homage to my lost father figure."

*nanorecorders pan and zoom on footage of the hacksaw's haggard cuts through mirror smooth paint, eventually leaving mere bits of plastic attached to fairing mount screws. A shower of sparks flys as these screws and mounts are ground down by an angle grinder. Fallout Boy plays softly behind the narrator's struggles to dent the top of the gas tank inwards to the chosen degree. Logos on stickers come in and out of focus at a rapid rate as they are applied across the now ravaged tank and tail sections. One can be seen to read 'NO GRENADES' as the image fades to black*

*fade in to the finished gsxr sitting next to a landfill. Three figures make a show of laughter and earnest human connection, as they toil over their hexiform organic artificial coffee suppliment substitute. Two can be seen carefully fist bumping their ground down knuckle sliders. The scratchy and heartfelt narrator returns, unbeckoned, and unwanted*

"Out here, among the wastes of our ancestry, we find a true connection. A bond of brothers, and sisters, in authenticity. The fumes of unburnt gasoline hang in the air as we chase our dreams, hunt our potential, and remember a simpler time. When I began this, I did it for my father. Ending, I realize I've been doing it for myself all along. This is what an authentic connection to a united biker past brings you. It brings you to yourself. It brings you home."

Coydog posted:

Coydog posted:

*Always-on nanorecorders point into a dimly lit Transport Storage Cube. A young man can be seen using a hacksaw to remove the fairings from a pristine condition f4i. An earnest and forward narrator breaks into the spectacle with an air of wisdom and experience.*

"My father died tragicly just before I was born, taken in the prime of his youth when an 80 mph stoppie went wrong. Happened right there in the old McDonalds parking lot. All I have of him is pictures, memories, tales told to me by those of his fellow riders who still survive. I began this project in order to capture a piece of my heritage, a bit of the father I never knew, and to relive a time when motorcycles were real, and authentic. I'm glad to bring you along, to have you take part in this scrapbook I call my journey of manhood.

I hold in my hands a bit of history, from when motorcycle gear was real, like a knights armor, and not the energy field quackery of today. My father's remaining old revit cayanne glove, found 70 ft from where he last sat astride a powerful machine. The hard plastic on the top of the hand was called a knuckle slider. You can see here they are worn down. Bikers of the era clearly did this to reduce wind resistance and increase speed. I managed to find one last remaining pair at a flea market, in perfect condition, that I ground down in the same manner. The smell, as I was enveloped in the smoke of burning plastic, was like being wrapped in the fog of history.

Here, too, another gem of history. An old icon helmet from 2004, 23 years old now, yet still as protective as the smoke and mirrors headgear of today. As my father, and the real riders of their era did, this helmet never leaves it's ornamental spot hooked to the tail of the bike. They still haven't learned what was discovered in times gone by; helmets kill, sure as a snakebite.

By some stroke of luck, I found the perfect base for my journey, both literal and metaphorical. A pristine and well cared for 2006 GSXR 1000. Made by honda, I believe, under their performance group 'Suzuki'. Truly a diamond in the rough. In the coming weeks I'll set about converting it to it's true form. In times gone by, the riders had to make bikes fast and agile on their own, with grime under their nails, and sweat on their brow. I intend to follow this tradition by creating the fabled "streetfighter", and going on a journey in homage to my lost father figure."

*nanorecorders pan and zoom on footage of the hacksaw's haggard cuts through mirror smooth paint, eventually leaving mere bits of plastic attached to fairing mount screws. A shower of sparks flys as these screws and mounts are ground down by an angle grinder. Fallout Boy plays softly behind the narrator's struggles to dent the top of the gas tank inwards to the chosen degree. Logos on stickers come in and out of focus at a rapid rate as they are applied across the now ravaged tank and tail sections. One can be seen to read 'NO GRENADES' as the image fades to black*

*fade in to the finished gsxr sitting next to a landfill. Three figures make a show of laughter and earnest human connection, as they toil over their hexiform organic artificial coffee suppliment substitute. Two can be seen carefully fist bumping their ground down knuckle sliders. The scratchy and heartfelt narrator returns, unbeckoned, and unwanted*

"Out here, among the wastes of our ancestry, we find a true connection. A bond of brothers, and sisters, in authenticity. The fumes of unburnt gasoline hang in the air as we chase our dreams, hunt our potential, and remember a simpler time. When I began this, I did it for my father. Ending, I realize I've been doing it for myself all along. This is what an authentic connection to a united biker past brings you. It brings you to yourself. It brings you home."

Coydog posted:

Made by honda, I believe, under their performance group 'Suzuki'.

Coydog posted:

*Always-on nanorecorders point into a dimly lit Transport Storage Cube. A young man can be seen using a hacksaw to remove the fairings from a pristine condition f4i. An earnest and forward narrator breaks into the spectacle with an air of wisdom and experience.*

"My father died tragicly just before I was born, taken in the prime of his youth when an 80 mph stoppie went wrong. Happened right there in the old McDonalds parking lot. All I have of him is pictures, memories, tales told to me by those of his fellow riders who still survive. I began this project in order to capture a piece of my heritage, a bit of the father I never knew, and to relive a time when motorcycles were real, and authentic. I'm glad to bring you along, to have you take part in this scrapbook I call my journey of manhood.

I hold in my hands a bit of history, from when motorcycle gear was real, like a knights armor, and not the energy field quackery of today. My father's remaining old revit cayanne glove, found 70 ft from where he last sat astride a powerful machine. The hard plastic on the top of the hand was called a knuckle slider. You can see here they are worn down. Bikers of the era clearly did this to reduce wind resistance and increase speed. I managed to find one last remaining pair at a flea market, in perfect condition, that I ground down in the same manner. The smell, as I was enveloped in the smoke of burning plastic, was like being wrapped in the fog of history.

Here, too, another gem of history. An old icon helmet from 2004, 23 years old now, yet still as protective as the smoke and mirrors headgear of today. As my father, and the real riders of their era did, this helmet never leaves it's ornamental spot hooked to the tail of the bike. They still haven't learned what was discovered in times gone by; helmets kill, sure as a snakebite.

By some stroke of luck, I found the perfect base for my journey, both literal and metaphorical. A pristine and well cared for 2006 GSXR 1000. Made by honda, I believe, under their performance group 'Suzuki'. Truly a diamond in the rough. In the coming weeks I'll set about converting it to it's true form. In times gone by, the riders had to make bikes fast and agile on their own, with grime under their nails, and sweat on their brow. I intend to follow this tradition by creating the fabled "streetfighter", and going on a journey in homage to my lost father figure."

*nanorecorders pan and zoom on footage of the hacksaw's haggard cuts through mirror smooth paint, eventually leaving mere bits of plastic attached to fairing mount screws. A shower of sparks flys as these screws and mounts are ground down by an angle grinder. Fallout Boy plays softly behind the narrator's struggles to dent the top of the gas tank inwards to the chosen degree. Logos on stickers come in and out of focus at a rapid rate as they are applied across the now ravaged tank and tail sections. One can be seen to read 'NO GRENADES' as the image fades to black*

*fade in to the finished gsxr sitting next to a landfill. Three figures make a show of laughter and earnest human connection, as they toil over their hexiform organic artificial coffee suppliment substitute. Two can be seen carefully fist bumping their ground down knuckle sliders. The scratchy and heartfelt narrator returns, unbeckoned, and unwanted*

"Out here, among the wastes of our ancestry, we find a true connection. A bond of brothers, and sisters, in authenticity. The fumes of unburnt gasoline hang in the air as we chase our dreams, hunt our potential, and remember a simpler time. When I began this, I did it for my father. Ending, I realize I've been doing it for myself all along. This is what an authentic connection to a united biker past brings you. It brings you to yourself. It brings you home."

-Inu- posted:

Please don't get our gear thread goldmined I like to post in it thanks

Day Man posted:

Just keep posting and you'll keep it out of the goldmine. With your posts.

Space Whale posted:

I'm also looking for winter gear. Colorado can get cold in the winter but is generally dry, so I'd like to ride as many days is possible.

IDEALLY I'd want to just get a one piece thing but aerostich is $$$ and if there are pants/jackets that work good I might as well do that.

So far my "winter gear" is close the vents in my helmet, put my crab claws over my latigo RR gloves, wear thermals under my pants (which are under my mesh overpants) and a windbreaker under my mesh jacket. This works out pretty good to the 40s, but I only have a 20-30 minute ride to work.

What should I get? Also how recommended are the zoidberg gloves anyway?

Coydog posted:

Thanks for all the appreciation for my neo-hipster blurb. I really enjoyed writing it.

Question- Today I found out that the ENTIRE CAN of scotch gaurd rain repellent that I put all over my Olympia Odyssey, as recommended by Olympia, does absolutely nothing in the rain. I got drenched this afternoon. I know the suit can be super waterproof, because it was that way until I washed it. I thought I could restore that, though. What should I try next?

I'm also super upset with myself for not buying the ARC Battle Born ADV suit earlier this year. It was about $350 for pants and jacket, and reviewed as favorably, or more so, than Klim. Of course, I wasn't thinking about buying a winter suit in the middle of summer. Now, that I'm ready to buy, it's out of stock and discontinued forever, with no replacement planned.

I love the Odyssey 1 piece, and CA member who gave it to me was super kind in doing so, I'd just like a two piece so I can just remove my jacket when I get to school for short classes.

Right now my choices seem to be just the Icon Raiden, and for a few bucks more I could get the Klim Overland. But that's about 800 for the suit, which is way way too much for me to spend.

I can't search ADVrider for used gear, because those fools are all at least six sizes larger than I.

Am I just stuck with what I have for the winter? Also, doesn't anyone make gear in hazard orange, instead of neon yellow?

VVVV But... It's my favorite color, and I want to match my Ktoom.

Coydog posted:

Am I just stuck with what I have for the winter? Also, doesn't anyone make gear in hazard orange, instead of neon yellow?

VVVV But... It's my favorite color, and I want to match my Ktoom.