The open face helmet was a Pip, an English brand but I'm not sure where it was actually made. I wore it with either goggles or snap-on face shield.

The Jacket is a Belstaff Trialmaster, of course (although Barber Jackets were also popular among Anglophiles). The waxed Egyptian cotton was essentially uncleanable without removing the wax. It soon became impregnated with dust and bugs (The one in this picture must be new). Stiff and stinking, you had to leave it outdoors if you went into a restaurant. Said by experts everywhere to be seriously waterproof, it was in a mist of short duration. On a ride home to Boulder from Sturgis in 1972, in a cloudburst in Wyoming so severe automobile traffic pulled off the road to wait it out, I couldn't have gotten wetter if I had ridden naked. Oddly enough, a decade or two later these jackets became upscale-fashionable with non-motorcyclists in New York and Hollywood, presumably without the smelly wax. My son wore one of my old Belstaff jackets to high-school his senior year at North Port on the North Shore of Long Island in '82-'83. Maybe he started something.

Riding pants: Levis, of course. Was there anything else?

Many riders favored lineman boots but they required too much lacing for me. These boots are rugged, heavy leather, a respectable brand name I've long since forgotten.

Gloves, not shown here, would have been deerskin gloves, purchased at a hardware store, turned inside-out so the seams would not cause blisters.

There is no doubt modern riding gear is incalculably better and safer than it was in 1970 but I have riding gear now that cost more than a 650 Triumph did then.