A few years ago, I was sitting in a Buffalo Wild Wings just minding my own business, when I noticed a couple in full riding leathers with helmets on the table starting to get up and get their things together to leave. We were sitting by the window so the parking lot was in clear view. The couple got up, zipped up their leathers, and walked, helmets in hand, into a GMC Suburban where they cranked up the A/C and drove on home. Now, there's a chance they had just dropped the bike off for service somewhere and hopped in the courtesy car, but in my mind they were posers trying to look like bikers at a restaurant. I never wanted to be that couple. Even if I did have a bike out in the parking lot—I never wanted it to really matter that you knew, and I still don't. That's why I tend to reach for pieces like this when I am shopping for moto gear. Pieces that look like a nice, tailored, fashionable jacket, but also hide protective and comfort qualities throughout.