A leather giant standing guard at the entrance. My partner, a Red Wing, with whom I've walked side-by-side. The wrinkles in the leather aren't just scars. They're "proof of life = the distance walked." The soles are a little worn, but that's how much they can tell of the ground. The moment you put them on, a simple walk turns into a "road movie." A guilty pleasure that makes even a trip to the convenience store feel cool. In summary: These aren't just boots, they're a translator of life. Let them inscribe the next chapter of your story on your feet. (Selling due to decluttering.)