"You got your front fender finally?" you ask. No. It has been "moved
back" three times now from the "expected delivery." But, I digress.
This came today...
A mesh shirt with armor. It is still in the 80s here most days, so this
will get plenty of use. Plus, Joan says I look "muscular" while
wearing it. 
Chicks; go figure. It isn't easy being pretty. Or, vice versa. I
get tired of being a boy toy. I want to be appreciated for my mind.
What was the question?
It didn't show up until about 5:30 today, so I put it on and hopped on
the Vespa for a run across the causeway - nice ventilation. The back
armor is a bit thick, but I have some thinner armor that I took out of
an old coat; I may try that in there. I'd post an image of me looking
all muscular, but as soon as I got home, Joan insisted that I get out of
it so she could wash it... before I even "think about wearing it
again." Yeah, I think she was just trying to get me out of my shirt.
I took the armor out, she hand washed it. The wash water was a bit
dark, likely from the black dye in the fabric... I told her that would
have given my pasty white torso a more tan look if it had run onto my
skin. Apparently, I am the only one who thinks I am funny.
This will in no way give one protection from road rash, other than the
areas where the armor is (shoulders, elbows, forearm, back). With the
heat and humidity here, there are days where I just can't bear to wear a
mesh jacket. Put a thin white shirt over this, and it will be more
protection than just a shirt.
It isn't all about riding. Sometimes you just have to kick back and relax...
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