Touring Scotland for three weeks as a member of a pipe band last summer, I was kilted most of the time, along with my bandmates (mostly from Canada, but with some from the U.S.). Since the band performed every day but five, and often in a couple of venues some distance apart, it was not feasible to change on performance days. We were generally very well received by the locals, but the band's presence and performances were well advertised and it was obvious that we were pipers and drummers, even when we roamed around the various towns before or after our performances. I received many compliments on my appearance from locals. Outside of our band members and a couple of other pipe bands that we ran into or performed with, I didn't see many kilted men, though. There were some, of course, in wedding parties, of which I saw three or four. About half of these were wearing those horrible, but apparently popular, saltire kilts. For those unfamiliar with them, these are a blue fashion tartan kilt with a huge, white saltire visible on the pleats. One local fellow, who represented the Dunfermline tourist office, was wearing a very smart tweed kilt with matching jacket and vest. Otherwise, the only kilts I saw were on busking pipers and on a few Italian kids staying at the University of Edinburgh residences who had bought "kilts" from the tartan tat shops on the Royal Mile and wore them mid-calf length with no sporran. The sight of these latter in the cafeteria every morning was almost enough to put me off my full Scottish breakfasts... but not quite.