I don't even HAVE a kilt yet, and it's already sparked some good conversations.
So I take my bike's rear wheel down to the bike shop that I go to and wait around while the owner takes care of some other folks. I haven't been there for a couple of months so we start yakking.
"What did you do this weekend?"
"Oh, caught a couple of Celtic bands up in Sonora on Saturday, painted the house this morning...nothing big. Had a great time in Sonora..."
I decided I'd say something to just see what happened...
"I've decided to make myself a kilt."
He says "A WHAT?"
"A kilt." Says I..."You, know a kilt. Like a Scotsman wears."
Well, the floodgates opened. Turns out he bought a used kilt in his family tartan a few months ago and digs it....told me all about how it felt wierd the first fifteen minutes and then he decided that he really could get used to this. Now he wears his kilt to a bunch of family functions and wore it to work the whole week of Saint Patricks day.
...so I'm digging this and nodding and then the guy who's there looking for a bike for his wife starts in. Turns out he's from Scandinavia and there's an analogous garment in his culture and he's got his grandfathers heirloom kilt and he thinks it's a blast to wear it whenever the family gets together....We had a great little three-way chat about kilts for a good ten minutes.
What a kick. The bike shop guy made me promise to wear mine in when I finish making it.
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