IT was only recently, after 35 years of riding that i had ever considered how difficult it could be to buy motorcycle boots for women, what started as a simple exercise quickly turned into something of problem.

Tuff as Old Boots

When buying boots for myself its easy, style, i like and need full height boots, riding all year round in the U.K has its drawbacks, lots of wet weather riding, loads of splash back, boots on, waterproofs trousers over the top, not pretty, but i am dry when i arrive at work, well mostly. Velcro fastening, makes for easy on and off, in black please, size 9, job done. This happens every few years, its all very simple.

Then you have this stupid notion to buy the other half some motorcycle boots, trying to be friendly like, yes why not, lets have a look. At this point i had no idea about the consequences of such a ridiculous idea and the devastating effect it would have on my mental health. Firstly you try to surprise her, fatal mistake, there black, i know, whats wrong with black, i always have black, you can not go wrong with black, it goes with everything, not for me. Flat sole, don't be stupid, how can i grip the rest firmly under acceleration, i need a heel, didn't think of that, i am always on the front.

Boots with Silver Buckles

Velcro straps, functional i suppose, but i want some bling, buckles, chrome, not to big and heavy, i don't want to feel like i am wearing them, what in gods name, i am thinking, does she want to ride pillion naked. I like to feel i have something on to protect me, its helps for a more relaxed ride, you feel safe. After all this i still don't know what size, what was i thinking, what the hell was i going to do when it came to ordering, just guess, at this point i had started to develop a twitch, my left eye, the ordeal had started to take its toll on my well being. I was struggling with cornering at speed, my confidence had taken a beating, suffering from wrong boot syndrome, i had invested in several bikers armored jackets having become paranoid as a result.

The morale of the tale is, don't get involved in things you know nothing about, be sensible, take it easy, let the women look after their own affairs, trying to friendly like and surprise them and you do just that, the result will have you thinking its time to hang up your helmet and gloves and take up growing tomatoes and making chutney, if you really want to pull out the stops, add some fresh ginger.

Do Yourself a Favor

Just give her your credit card and say treat yourself to some motor cycle boots sweetheart, on me, trust me.