Now, twenty years and girthsome inches down life's highway, the old, re-waxed, patched, frayed at the sleeves, oily, stained, grubby Belstaff is still kicking arse but now, this Round Count has done the outgrowing, [got fat] and it simply doesn't fit, fucking tragic actually . . . . the problem is, what do I replace it with ? I don't like my leather jacket for wet weather gear, and it's now twenty years old, I won't wear nylon, dayglo striped, spaceman gumby suits and I want something that will last another forty years just like the old hand-me-down Belstaff did.
To cut to the chase . . . . I've spent the best part of the last two months searching allover the interweb for it's replacement, some stuff has been really cool and almost got me to buy it, but all the time I kept coming back to Holdens in the U.K and looking at their Belstaff range, hmmmm . . . . BUT, and it's a big motherfucker of a 'but' . . . . just like Choppers, Harley's, Triumphs, Red Wings, Vans and half the other shit I've always loved, Belstaff has now attained 'High End Fashion' status and is now seen on every big buck mega star and desperate wannabe across the planet . . . . and McQueen never even wore one, it was a Barbour !!! Oh yeah, I forgot, they are now made in Italy, not that there is anything wrong with that for a moment.
Despite all of that, tonight I've made my decision, I'm going to fork out the coin, it's shitloads less than the fuck off prices at the bloody Belstaff site, [ha ha ha, an outrageous scam that is !!] and invest in a Tourist Trophy model that should see me through until I'm confined to a wheelchair with the colostomy bag option . . . . just as I knew buying a new skirtster would make me the object of public derision and scorn, so I realise that the donning of the Belstaff will instantly consign me to the 'scenester' cocksmoker basket . . . . but I guess anyone who has been reading this blog shindig of mine over the last half year or so will know . . . . I don't give a fuck what others opinions are, I know my choice and my decision is sound, and when I'm slopping along on the scoot in a mid winter's downpour, the fact that I'll be dry and warm will be comfort enough to justify my reasoning.