psychedelic Harris Tweed jacket... Pacific NW!

rain like punishment from gods who’d had enough of bullshit. hammering the mountains, the road, me. everything blurred, everything alive.  panhead screamed, chains rattling, thunder answering. somewhere between chaos and calm...I felt sane again.
the Black Bear Brand psychedelic Harris Tweed jacket... soaked, defiant, clung to me like a mad lover. blue, pink, purple, colors that shouldn’t exist in this kind of storm. from Scotland, resurrected by my hands. madness stitched into beauty.
each mile, the jacket... laughing in the face of the rain, mocking the world’s obsession with the ordinary. It wasn’t a jacket; it was a manifesto. a middle finger to convention, electric, alive.
- josh