I was 16 when I came back from my exchange year in the US. 1993 it must have been if I am not mistaken. I had to get those brown biker boots (picture below) and bought the black pair a year or so later. They were my true companion for many years. When I had my bike, when I wore my biker jackets even when the bike was long gone. That was the time I had long hair, smoked 3 packs of cigarettes a day and yes, I was very cool.
It is time to say goodbye. They are still in good nick after so many years. Almost 20 years they were here and for most of the last 6 years they collected dust in various places. The loft, underneath the stairs or in the bedroom cupboard. I wore them about once a year, if at all.
Time to say goodbye. Maybe a bit of history that goes, but why hold on to things that have passed.