A few years ago I wandered through a large motorcycle store in search of a nice leather jacket. I wanted something classic. Simple, cafe-racer vibes, black or brown – no frills, literal or figurative. Easy, right?
At the back of the shop I found the (limited) women’s range and nearly threw up in my mouth. It’s no wonder these jackets were tucked away. Was that … an embroidered flower? Some flowing cursive script? Why, for the love of two-wheeled transportation everywhere, would I want pink on my motorbike jacket?
