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Gear Review: 55 Collection Hard Jacket

Product: 55 Collection Hard Jacket Made in: Barcelona Cost: €480 (US $510)
It’s likely you’ve never heard of 55 Collection; the Barcelona-based leather goods company is relatively small and has only been on the scene for a few years. So, allow me to introduce you to a company that’s making some of the best-looking and unique motorcycle jackets out there at the moment.

Adopting the “non serviam” nonconformist attitude that seems to run through a lot of Spain’s motorcycling culture (check out the crazy/beautiful custom works of El Solitario MC, for example), 55 Collection’s jackets may split opinion because of the company’s willingness to make jackets that are fashionable – that is to say, jackets that have a strong fashion element. The old dudes will decry hipsterism or some such thing. And indeed, I’ll admit that when company founder Aitor Gonzalez offered me a chance to try out one of his jackets I naturally defaulted to the most conservative of his offeri…

Stepping up

That's me in the green sweater, wholly unaware of the fact I was in the shot. Not that I felt like smiling at that point anyway.

The picture was taken Saturday a quintessential roadside cafe of the sort that somehow manages to thrive in Britain. Greasy spoons of America were on their deathbed in my childhood; these days only a few still exist, surviving on nostalgia. In the United Kingdom, however, such cafes are omnipresent and beloved by their typically male, shaven-headed, high-vis wearing clientele. Andy, the main instructor of 1st Class Rider Training (and the person who took this photo) is a former police officer and quite perfectly fits into the category of "proper bloke," so it was a given we would take lunch here.

Myself and Nathan (the fella in the Alpinestars jacket) had been spending the morning getting comfortable with the school's Honda CBF600s, upon which I'll be taking my Module 1 test on Tuesday. Paul, sitting to my right, was our instructor and showed surprising faith in our ability. Within 30 minutes of getting on the bikes we were barrelling down the A48 toward Newport.

"National speed limit here, Chris," said Paul over the radio in my ear. "Pick up the pace."

I was in the lead of our wee convoy. I pushed the bike so the needle just tipped over 70 mph. The wind thumped my chest and nudged my helmet. All those YouTube clips of people crashing fluttered through my head. What blows my mind about being on a motorcycle is how a wholly familiar route like this can suddenly look different with the advantage of greater field of vision.

Then zip and turn and stop and start through the tediously un-intuitive streets of Newport to the Module 1 testing centre (there are only two in the whole of South Wales), where Andy had booked some time training time. And that's where I discovered I am awful at making U turns. 

Absolutely, utterly awful. I kept going wide, incapable of getting the bike to turn within the allotted 7.5 metres. Unfortunately, U turns are a part of the Module 1 exam.

Sitting at the cafe, after our training session had ended, I felt utterly defeated.

"What do you reckon my odds are of passing?" I asked Paul.

"Good, I think," he said.

"You're lying."

"Well," he paused. "But, no, really. Keep your concentration. It's not beyond you."

We took a circuitous route back to Cardiff, around and over Caerphilly Mountain, allowing a chance to calm down. Paul had done the same on my CBT, giving me a chance to pleasure ride at the end of the lesson –– allowing me to finish the day with a reminder of why I'm putting all this money and effort into motorcycling.

When we got back to Whitchurch High School, where the bikes are kept, everyone was keen to head home or to the pub in time to watch Wales utterly destroy England in rugby. But I pushed to use all the time I could. I stayed on the bike, practicing U turns.

And I hit it every time. Not all my attempts were pretty, some were comically awful. But what matters is they were all successful. Maybe Paul was right after all. Maybe I really will pass my test on Tuesday.


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