Well one more week O' chores and scores in this kilt and I will start taking pics. Review is shaping up.

Here is a preview of the power O' the FK cargo model:

SO there I was @ 30,000 feet up and no parachute. I had walked into a classy little Bistro down to the beach to check on a good friend and two clowns at the bar ask me "what's up with the skirt".

They weren't local, in worse physical shape than me and clearly some sort of office pukes. They are tourists not engaged in any kind of manual labor or training, and I got at least 80 lbs on either. I am considered local here, and in fact a respected waiter/cook/bartender/restaurant dude in these parts.

I am wearing black pocket T, black FK, black hose, black boots. I smile my broken tooth smile and tell them:

"It's a great way to start barfights."

They quickly bought me a drink. After I slammed the pint in less than two counts (American pint, straight sided glass actually about 15 oz) one says "Only a man in a kilt can do that!".

Their education complete, I resumed my search. Must have gotten ten compliments on my FK yesterday (It was the after labor day party I wanted to wear the kilt to. Darts, Drinkin, and a send off for two dear old friends leaving for TX) Also got a kilt check! Glad my wife knew the lady - that could have been trouble.

Hope to post my completed review next weekend or sooner.