#motogp leather suit racing suit

[bluehardtops]

So you know how the MotoGP race suits are made out of a combination of leather?

Here's a thought, any and/or all of the F1 people in the leather racing suit.

James Vowles? Leather racing suit.

Bono? Leather racing suit.

Mike Sansoni? Leather racing suit.

Shov? Leather racing suit.

Just imagine it 👍

[leathercollectionus]

Marco Bezzechi Suit Ducati VR46 Team MotoGP 2024

Presenting an awesome Marco Bezzechi Suit from the MotoGP 2024 when he ride first time with the Ducati VR46 Team. This suit has CE-approved safety to provide absolute safety on track or off track.

Marco Bezzechi Suit Ducati VR46 Team MotoGP 2024

[jay779656565]

What are some of the best leathers to use in leather jackets

There are many kinds of leather that can be used to make leather jackets. These are the top types of leather that can be used to make jackets.

Full-Grain: Full grain leather is the finest quality leather used to make leather jackets. It is made up of the finest animal hide. Because it's not sanded nor buffed it preserves the natural texture, markings, and color of the animalhide, giving it a rustic appearance. Full-grain Leather is water-resistant, can withstand wear, and tear making it a good choice if you need a honda motorcycle jacket that will get worn often.

Top-Grain - Top-grain is leather that has been sanded, buffed or otherwise modified to remove imperfections. This gives it a more smooth look than full-grain but it's still durable and high-quality. Top-grain skin is also water resistant and can withstand wear. It's a good choice if you need a topshop leather jacket that will be used often.

Suede Leather - Suede leather comes from the skin of an animal hide. It is soft and velvety in texture. It is not as tough as top-grain but is still highly prized for its unique look. Suede leather also has a higher risk of sustaining damage from water or staining, making it less practical for jackets that will be exposed.

Nubuck Leather. Nubuck leather is very similar to suede. However, it has been sanded to a harder finish. This gives nubuck leather a slightly rougher texture, but it's still soft and comfortable to wear. You can also use nubuck leather for jackets that are likely to be worn frequently. It is also water-resistant.

Lambskin Leder: Lambskin leather can be used to make fashion jackets. It is not as durable, but it is well-loved for its soft texture and luxurious appearance. Lambskin is also more sensitive and susceptible to damage from water or stains. This makes it less practical for jackets exposed to the elements.

When shopping for a leather jacket with fur, you should consider its intended use as well as your personal style and preference. Each leather type is different and each has its benefits and advantages, so it's important that you pick the right one.

[leoisstillalive]

hot and heavy- 1.9k word of a WIP. not part two of my ducati 2025 ranch fic, part 4 maybe??? i write out of order which is very bad but. alas! i need to fix this fuckass dialogue uughghh

Riding on dirt was different to asphalt in every conceivable way. Marc was reminded of this immediately as he slid onto the motocross bike and shifted the front tyre against the gritty track. It was like running up a rubber hill on roller skates, constantly vying for grip where there should be none, feet kicking the floor to knock the rear end off-balance for an inch more pace, and yet only in danger when he remembered to be afraid.

On asphalt, every twitch, each imperceptible nudge of weight counted. If one worried about such trivia on a dirt bike, they would be doomed to a sharp hug with the gravel.

The habit was hard to break for a MotoGP rider, but far from impossible.

Marc began to anticipate the ache in his wrists from clinging to the juddering bike as it threatened to slip on the corners; the quake of the seat as he opened the throttle sooner than he should and the vehicle tried to break free from under him.

Remarkably, it did not, and he hared past the start line, engine jack-rabbitting as he dove into the first corner again. It became an a-rhythm- its sequence entirely unpredictable, but not unexpected.

The laps were irreplicable with new hurdles at each sweeping curve- the scatter of Pecco's rear tyre as Marc gained on him, a slight crater on the inside line from where one of them had dug in too deep. He made up time in a different sector every round. It would have been marvellous to watch.

Sweat dampened the inside of his gloves, body peaking at the exertion, raring to push further. It was the wall to break down for any athlete, the concept of a limit. That cry to stop, to conserve energy, only came when the body believed there was no urgency, that its survival was not within the balance. Marc learned to anticipate it with some eagerness. He used the wall as a tightrope, where he teetered on the edge of self-destruction, where the slip of a foot or a hand could paste him against the circuit barrier. For a win, survival was always worth the risk.

He tore out of the tightest corner, dumping the clutch and feeling the front-end shudder- reminiscent of the lift on a GP bike. He threw himself down the "pit" straight (which was more of a large curve), blasting past the camera crew, who clapped him on from where they stood, hidden under the trackside shelter from the sun's glare.

When he wrestled past the finish line, he released the throttle and the bike's roar quietened to a meagre grumble, like a horse nickering for breath. He rolled off the track and onto the path leading up to the shelter. It was a small, concrete cottage that doubled as a garage- detached from the house.

As he withdrew from his pinpoint race focus, he suddenly became aware of all the places his leathers pinched, how his undershirt soaked through from September's last attempt at Summer heat and the motorbike's hot, worked engine. He felt the wind whip at the shaded goggles of his helmet, loosened a strap under his chin and let it clack against the plastic.

Once the bike was securely under the shelter, he dropped the kickstand and killed the engine. His head was buzzing still, body weightless with adrenaline, and the ground swayed as he hoisted off the bike.

"Awesome stuff, Marc," He thought he heard from somewhere behind him, voices muffled through the helmet.

He mindlessly followed his post-race routine, static nerves dulling in the process. He untucked the suit from between his legs, peeled the zip apart and fumbled with the straps of his gear. He tucked his chest padding and gloves into the empty helmet shell habitually, sliding the open leathers down to his hips.

"We got some good drone footage of that battle with Pecco," A man with a bushy moustache and blindingly red Ducati cap- Marc vaguely recalled somebody introducing him as Giuseppe- informed him in Italian.

Marc was unsure whether he would call it a battle- it was like Pecco had let him pass, "Yeah?"

The man nodded, "There are a few things you need to watch for us, though- just to see if you'd like to redo it. We lost you a bit coming into turn--"

Marc didn't mean to, but he found himself tuning out, flitting his eyes across the small crowd of 15 (or so): a handful of media officers, two or three journos, camera crew, and hospitality- probing for Valentino. There was no need for him to be present, he was not due to film his segment on Pecco until the next morning, but a part of Marc dreaded and hoped for him to poke his head out to watch.

He needed to keep an eye on him- stay vigilant and prevent an ambush like a wild animal. It was a bit of a horror film with his back always to the wall, eyes roving between every entrance and exit, every window and face, a desperate grasp for some control while trapped in Vale's territory.

There was no sight of him. It set a cold, heavy weight in Marc's chest and he bit his cheek hard to subdue it- not disappointment, definitely not, probably anxiety. He turned his gaze back to Giuseppe.

"--so would you be able to look over some of that later?"

His thick eyebrows lifted expectantly and Marc felt the man knew he was not listening.

Marc spread a smile across his cheeks- one that could not quite reach his eyes, "Of course, sí! Just let me know what and send it over to me."

It was apparent Giuseppe had not suspected a thing when he clapped a weathered hand upon Marc's shoulder and flashed him a thumbs up. He waddled back to his colleagues and ducked his head into a conversation over a dim laptop screen.

Marc turned his attention to the track, where Pecco still bore into the white dirt, bristling with youthful energy. And Marquez was not old for a man, just two years into his thirties, skin still elastic and clean-shaven. But for a rider, he was nearing retirement age- a thought that had nagged insistently for over a year, swelling each time he flew over the handlebars and wiped out in the gravel, the new aches and bruises that he never got when he was younger.

There was a bitterness there, he supposed as he watched Francesco fly across the circuit. In knowing he had the disadvantage. In knowing he was a dying breed.

A meek, young lady bustled up to him with an open red bull can, black hair folded into a bun atop her head. It was water, of course- just a sight for the sponsors if he got caught on camera. He smiled politely and accepted the can, dipping his head in thanks. She beamed, flushed pink, and hurried away. It was pleasing to know he still had fans, even deep behind enemy lines- both in Tavullia and Ducati.

The liquid graced the back of his throat, and he hummed at how it cooled his feverish skin. He turned his mind to the overtake he pulled on Pecco, how he had ducked into the gap hoping for some bite, a bit of fire from his teammate, but received no tug at the bit- just the sight of him pulling too wide out of the bend and watching Marc pass.

It was not alike Pecco to neglect a fight, particularly one that had no say in the championship standings, no cost if he lost. Marc believed him a sensible, thoughtful man, but it never halved his aggression on track- something the Spaniard deeply admired in a rider.

Perhaps he did not want to disrupt the synergy of the team, perhaps he wanted to maintain a neutral mood for the duration of the weekend.

Marc spotted Pecco abort a movement that seemed like dropping a knee as he skidded into turn six, and his lips peeled into a soft smile. Old habits die hard.

Pecco was a polished rider, movements calculated in the turns prior, easy on the throttle and braking, seeming like he valued his life as he carefully grabbed for speed entering the pit-straight.

The caution left him only at a disadvantage in time trials, however- something Marc had assimilated over two years of watching. He was a fierce fighter up close. Unrelenting, almost Spartan in his aggression.

And that was the VR46 Academy fighter dog mentality, Marc supposed, swallowing hard at the reminder of Pecco's connection to Vale. He was a Crown Prince cut and pressed by a god, filed at the dull edges into something deceptively sharp. It was why, for all Pecco's pretence at cordiality, Marc remained guarded.

A figure shifted in Marc's periphery and he plastered a smile onto his lips once more, prepared to see that same black-haired girl and sign a shirt or a cap, or acquiesce to a photo. He spun and met with high, wiry shoulders under a baggy shirt, a mass of thin, dark, curly hair tucked under a black hat, and a single, glinting horseshoe earring.

Marc's blood ran cold, heart dropped to his stomach, smile turned pursed and drawstring-tight.

"Ciao," Valentino drawled, voice smooth and casual.

Thick-framed sunglasses shielded his eyes, but Marc knew he was not looking at him, could tell by the tilt of his chin that he was talking past him, above him, sat atop a mighty steed and unwilling to grace the commoner with niceties. Marc gritted his teeth as to not bite his fucking tongue off.

"Ciao," He echoed, shuffling a step away to relieve the pressure that gathered between them, tender like an abscess.

"You were not bad out there," So Vale had been watching.

Marc was normal about that. He could be normal. But his gut curdled suspiciously and his hands itched to connect at his middle, fumble together. The shadow of a compliment cast projections of Marc, twenty-two years old and bashful, on the surface of his face. How desperate he had been for Valentino's attention, searching for each Italian phrase in his head- is this good? I learned this for you. Only for you.

A small part of that boy jolted awake in him and Marc slammed the pillow back over his head, reminding himself who Valentino truly was, how he had looked Marc in the eye and laughed with-- at him before dropping the guillotine.

No more rose goggles.

"Mm," Marc hummed, feigning disinterest as best he could, turning back to face the track only for Valentino to saunter up beside him.

"Not as good as you were, though," Vale bit with a cold smile, arms folded across his middle, "Your confidence went with your youth, eh?"

As if he had plucked the thoughts from Marc's very mind. It was all words, just words thrown about to-- Marc was unsure what for; they were meaningless. He was fast, everybody knew it.

But... there was that nagging feeling again- that doubt that Valentino could conjure so well.

Marc licked and bit his lip, conscious of the man beside him, his body rigid and anxious- braced to flee. He forced his shoulders into a shrug, willing his muscles loose.

"Not retired, though," It was a weak snap of his jaws, a pathetic dig to show he would not take it lying down, proof that he was no longer that naive fan Vale once knew.

Valentino huffed in his dangerous, sardonic way- Marc thought of the press conferences, everybody in the room seeming to know something Marc did not, Marc smiling obliviously, stupidly as Vale tore into him, sharp teeth flashing for the cameras.

[raikkonens]

senna leather karting suit got me thinking......if motogp can have leather race suits why can't f1.....

[waru-chan8]

are there any problematic motogp riders i should know about or avoid?

Hi anon 👋👋. oh boy I'm going to get so much hate for this

You all people need to stop putting riders into pedestals and thinking they are perfects because they are not. They are humans, and they all have faults (some more visible than others). Also what someone considers problematic might not be for others. Like for example, Vale and Marc are both experts in manipulate the media to suit their narratives and that can be a red flag for some people. Or maybe Aleix being too direct can be seen as negative because his mouth has put him in so much trouble.

Anyway said this here (under the cut for those who want to avoid it) it is what I remember at the moment. If anyone wants to add something, feel free to do it.

First of all we have a lot of riders and engineers living in Andorra that is tax haven (Aleix, Pol, Rins, Fabio Q., Iker, Joan, Brad, Miller and The Team Suzuki ECSTAR crew used to live there, also Maverick used to live in Andorra (apparently he went back to Roses after having his daughter)). And Rossi also used to live in London and got in troubles for that.

Then we have the misogynistic comments from Miller (he said something of mocking a friend every time he lost in a race against María Herrera, the borderline treatment Vanessa, the Inside Pass host get from him and the mockery) and Pecco Bagnaia who said 'I was like a women in my period complaining ad moaning' after he broke his leg. Oh and don't forget Miller called other riders princesses for complaining about their bike instead of just riding it.

And we have racist comments from Yamaha's test rider Cal Crutchlow who refused to shake hands with an Asian fan during the pandemic and said something about all of it (pandemic) being because someone eat something he shouldn't. Probably there is more, but I don't really remember. And the worst part is that his team manager, Lucio Cecchinello covered it all. Lucio is also not a saint, he treats differently Rins than he does with Nakagami (brought Rins to his museum and told him to get a podium because it will be X (I can't remember probably 50 or 100) podium of the team, but I can't remember him doing it with Nakagami. There's also Gelete Nieto (Moto2 team manager (Correos Prepago Yamaha VR46 Master Camp or something like that)) who literally said that Asian riders do much worse that the European ones.

Then we have Fabio Quartararo, who had endangered himself and other riders by riding with his leathers open and throwing the chest protector in the middle of a race track while there was a race going on. And when celebrating a victory, we throw a golf a ball where there was still bikes on track.

And Pecco Bagnaia during the 2022 summer got drunk in Ibiza, got in the car and had an accident (crashed it into a roundabout) and only got a slap in the wrist. He also dedicated a special helmet to Dennis Rodman (if you don't know him, go and read his wiki page). There something less controversial about him, but still put him as a red flag. When he doesn't get what he wants, he goes to the media and cry and gets it. He also believes no one can race him on a race on the race track and never will admit his mistakes. And because we are on the Pecco topic, Ducati just put all o this under the rug and gives him whatever he wants. Ducai actually banned one jorno for commenting on one of this thing because it annoyed Pecco.

And let's not forget Johann Zarco, the dirtiest rider of all! He is like a kid on the track, when he knows he is going to lose and he doesn't want to and got the wired crossed, he does dumb stuff to endanger other riders. He recently had an incident that ended in red flag, and was the cause that Maverick and Vale where reborn during Race 1 in Austria 2020. And previously he tried to grab the break of another rider at the end of a race (last lap, after the final corner) because he knew he was going to lose de to the slipstream (Zarco was fighting for the championship that year and winning that race would have helped him)! Fortunately nothing happened in there but it could have ended in disaster.

And the ex-riders:

Dani Pedrosa, actually spend a night in jail for cheating on a boat exam and got arrested. He apologised immediately even if it wasn't necessary.

Aspar (MotoGP legend and Moto2, Moto3 and MotoE team owner) and Jorge Lorenzo got in trouble with the Spanish public tresor.

[certifiedbi]

Is there any specific reason why he would change to dianese (I mean related to his new signing, or is it just money for him lol)

Oh my god someone asked me about (racing) gear this is like my favourite subject omg thank you thank you

But basically yes to both and also a secret third option

There is a lot of leathers/helmet manufacturers that are in the lower categories that don't typically make their way up to MotoGP. This is in part because MotoGP crashes will be faster and more dangerous (obviously) so it's better to stick to very well trusted brands like dainese or alpinestars in MotoGP. A good example of this was Pedro having to (painfully) part ways with MT-Helmets when he moved to MotoGP. Obviously this stuff is still safe, but yk it's better to be safe than sorry yada yada all that

In terms of money, this will absolutely be a factor. Typically, the contracts that moto2/3 riders have with a leathers manufacturer will be much different than MotoGP riders. Moto2/3 will be a set number of suits (sometimes including a set for training, if they're feeling generous) and repairs, probably replacements as well if a suit is mega fucked. MotoGP contracts are different, it's more suits, possible merchandising, and most importantly actual money. And this can be BIG money. I mean Fabio quartararo allegedly gets €750,000 per season from HJC alone.

The reason this has come mid season is a little more personal to aldeguer. He has not seemed too happy in his leathers for a while, if you remember post Silverstone last year he had a lotttt of issues with his leathers fitting incorrectly and causing him issues with his arms, and in this season he's actually started borrowing Aleix's boots (his previous boots weren't supplied by macna, but I think they were called txc boots). But he fitted for a dainese suit over the weekend and macna has decided to end the contract (although don't be surprised if they file a lawsuit - aldeguer was contracted to them until 2028) so now he is training in the dainese suit.

So like, it's a lot of things. Although dainese is a bit left field but they are probably trying to get more dainese riders on Ducatis because there is only the vr46 boys left atm

[lxndonorris]

show-off - Aron Canet

Y/N x Aron Canet Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Grunting (light) you're going on a ride with Aron, but you catch him being naughty around his bike, or do you? word count: tag list: @game-set-canet

It's always exciting when your boyfriend, Aron, invites you on a motorcycle ride. As a professional athlete, a MotoGP rider, it's his passion and his life, and as his lover, you're gladly joining him any time you can. The rush of adrenaline, the roaring of the engine, and holding on to Aron during the ride make everything much more exciting. During races, he's always on the edge of the bike's limit, but riding his bike with you, he's always making sure you're safe and having so much fun.

He asked you just twenty minutes ago, telling you he wants to check the bike first before you go on your ride, and after getting ready, putting on safer clothes, and grabbing a helmet from the cabinet, you're making your way toward the garage.

Music is echoing through the hallway, and you can hear him singing along. It's 'trofeo', a newly released song by Maluma, who's always creating such dance-enducing songs, and hearing Aron's rougher voice hitting every single note effortlessly sends shivers down your spine.

Smirking, you hold on to the helmet in your hand, but before you enter the garage, you stop. 'I want to see that', you mutter, and you peek around the corner, steadying yourself against the wooden doorframe. You spot Aron on his phone, possibly looking for the next song to play, and you can't help but admire his pretty physique.

He's wearing one of his personal riding gear, a black leather suit and black boots, but currently, the sleeves are hanging down his waist, showing off his beautifully inked body. His helmet is on the table next to him, along with a pair of black gloves and a can of soda. Aron is still singing along, knowing the text by heart just by listening to the song on repeat for the last few days.

Seeing this paints a smile all over your face, and your eyes wander all over him, admiring what you see when he starts to rock his hips rhythmically to the beat. It looks effortlessly beautiful; all of his muscles move perfectly, and he knows how to move and how to dance. He turns his back toward you, puts the phone down as well, and runs both of his hands across his own chest.

'As he turns to his bike, you notice him stroking himself before going even further and playing with his nipple. A shy smirk spreads across his face, and you know, he's very sensitive about them, especially when you tease him the same way.

Blushing slightly, you contemplate just going in, ending this cute yet hot moment, or you could watch him a little longer. It's not like you haven't seen him act like that a dozen times before. When he thinks about riding a bike, he always gets into the mood. His passion and love for this sport and this hobby are unwavering. The excitement you see on his face during race weekends is pure hedonism.

Holding back a giggle, you decide to wait and see. It's just a beautiful, intimate moment, and you love seeing him like this. Careless, free of doubts, and just in a state of blissful happiness. Aron deserves this.

As you get lost in your thoughts, you watch him approach his bike. He places both of his hands on it and starts to follow its outlines with just his fingertips while still mouthing the lyrics of the song. As the chorus starts, he steadies himself against the bike, holding on to it as he starts to grind his body against it. Smoothly, he rocks his hips and thighs against his bike, just in sync with the rhythm.

Blushing heavily now, you blink a few times, trying your best to fathom what's happening just now. To make matters worse, he turns his head slightly toward you, showing you his expression. His face is hardening as he's biting his lower lip teasingly, causing you to think about all the times he'd do exactly that while sitting on your lap or grinding on you.

All of his muscles are tensing, making his physique look bulkier and harder than before. All of him is getting really into it as he moves even closer to the bike, leaning in, before letting out a low, guttural moan.

Right away, hearing him moan sends shivers down your entire back, and you can't help but hold back a quick, breathless gasp. 'Fuck." You breathe quietly, hoping he won't hear you or catch you watching him do that.

At the same time, he lets out a longer moan. "Fuuuck." He growls, bending his back backward and exhaling deeply. For a moment, he's quiet. He stops moving and stands there, while you're watching his chest heave heavily.

Suddenly, Aron starts to giggle and turns his head toward you, and your eyes meet right away.

"Enjoyed the show?" He smirks and tilts his head teasingly. Easily, he turns his entire body toward you, steadying himself against the bike with one arm.

"You knew, uh, I am sorry?" You stutter, taking a few steps toward him. Unsure about what to say or how to react at all, you blush more and more.

Aron opens his arms, inviting you to come even closer, and once you're in range, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

"It's all good." He smiles and kisses you once, then twice, while holding back his laughter, and his beard tickles you. "I knew you were watching." Aron grunts, and you feel his hand run along your waist to your back, securely holding you in place.

Shaking your head slowly in disbelief, you steady yourself against his firm chest. "How did you know?" You say it, raising an eyebrow. 'Is this just his way to play it off? But he doesn't seem surprised at all', you think to yourself as the grin on his face grows even bigger.

"There is a mirror on the wall, and I saw you standing there." He points toward a small mirror, and it's reflecting exactly the doorframe where you'd been standing just a few moments ago.

Your skin flushes with even more color as you realize you've been played.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You pout, playfully patting his bare chest with the palms of both of your hands. He doesn't flinch at all, however, and he struggles to hold back more and more giggles.

"It's way more fun to tease you, babé." Aron defends himself by looking at you with his puppy-dog eyes, but right now, it doesn't work on you.

"You just wanted to show off, didn't you?" You narrow your eyes, trying to read his mind to know exactly what he's thinking right now.

Proudly, he leans his head back, giving you a knowing look. "You liked it." Aron smirks, raising an eyebrow as well. "Admit it." He demands with an even rougher voice than usual.

You can't play it off now because you really liked it.

"How couldn't I?" You mirror his smirk and start to stroke his chest again. "But next time, I want to be on the receiving end of your...pleasure." Licking your lips, your fingers brush over his hard nipples before you let them run down his chest, through the visible outlines of his abs, and even further down to his crotch, where desire is already bubbling up inside his leathers.

Aron looks down once, and then he turns his attention back to your eyes. You can tell he's really getting in the mood right now when you see a fiery spark flicker through his beautiful eyes.

"I can do that." He says, gently pulling you into another loving kiss, with his moustache sending a tingling sensation down your spine. "But first." Aron separates himself from you, and you follow his gaze toward his bike, waiting for the two of you to stop flirting. "I see you're ready." His eyes wander down your body, taking in your outfit. Aron bites his lower lip approvingly.

"I am." You tilt your head to look at his bare chest. "I see you're not quite there yet." With one hand on his crotch, you place the other on his treasure trail, drawing circles around his little navel with one finger.

"No." He pouts. "Would you help me?" Aron growls deeply, with his hands stroking the small of your back.

"Of course." You say it happily and help him into his gear.

It's always a pleasure to help him because you get to admire him and touch him closely. His well-trained body is pure eye candy.

After you're both geared up, you proceed to go on a long ride.

[whoregaylorenzo]

🍑, 🐎? for the motogp asks

hii

🍑 what would be on the butt of your race suit?

I wanna have pink font on black leathers but in like a punk vibe font saying princess franzy I think that'd be a cool design

🎠 what is your favorite livery?

I fucking love the gresini blue and that special livery for misano FUCKED severely

[leathercollectionus]

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[ferrarism]

There's a party where you MotoGP/2/3, WSBK/WSSP/300, F1/2/3, FE drivers/riders or whatever are invited, but there's a catch. They need to be dressed up as something that starts as their first letter of their name/surname or popular nickname. It can be in any language you know. It can be as general as Celestino going in blue jeans and a blue sweater with his face painted in blue with black dots, as he is going as 'cielo' sky in Italian. It can also be specific as Celestino as Captain America.

So who is going to the party, and what are they wearing?

oooh an interesting question I love this very much, ty!

first of all i’ve been dying to talk about this for a hot minute so Joan Mir is there in a hot catsuit because ”mirri” in finnish means a cat. and he’d look very good in that i’d reckon.

now with one repsol honda rider we can’t miss his teammate, Marc, who obviously went for the costume route with ”Pedro Marquez” aka spiderman, a very fitting costume

the ”couple’s costume” goes for Fabio and Tom. they teamed up to for ”Tom of Finland” look with Tom dressing up in period clothing as ”Tom” Touko Laaksonen, the famous finnish artist, and Fabio in a hypermasculine leather getup reminiscent of Tom’s drawings straight from finland. it’s all very gay.

Lewis Hamilton is once again the most stylish person at the party, dressed up in his namesake Louis Vuitton’s clothing. I’d imagine it’s a loose look with interesting patterns and a pair of sunnies to go with it.

Valentino Rossi took the costume party also literally, as he is naturally going for a doctor costume. i wanna say they are doing a couple’s costume with Francesca, going as derek and meredith from grey’s anatomy (maybe the doctor’s jacket is named ”mcdreamy”)

his prodigee, Celestino Vietti is also there in a more of an interprative look, as ”vietti” means drive or libido in finnish, and he decided to dress like the god of love and seduction, Eros, with baby wings and a halo added.

Francesco ”Pecco” Bagnaia and Marco Bezzecchi went for a couples costume as well, going for a version of the classic finnish song ”Päivänsäde ja Menninkäinen” (Sunray and Hobgoblin). Pecco is wearing all fluffy yellow and light fabrics as the ray of sunshine, and Marco contrasts him with a darker, earthier look as the goblin.

Luca Marini matched his eyes with his outfit full of wavy blues like the sea, mare. he wore a simple coloured jeans and jacket - look that had all kinds of blues painted on.

at first glance, it looks like Charles Leclerc has just worn his ferrari suit to the party. upon closer inspection, it comes apparent that the number is 95 and those are not shell logos but rust-eze, and he has actually dressed up as Lightning McQueen.

Alex Albon loves to dye his hair so naturally he went as the redhead Archie Andrews, in a comic book style with the letterman jacket with R and all.

Lando Norris is clearly dressed like Lando Calrissian.

Max Verstappen went for a roman emperor look like Magnus Maximus, toga and all.

and who can forget Oscar Piastri, who went for a full-body golden look as an oscar statue. all the paint took weeks to come off.

Jonathan Rea shows up to the party dressed in discount tags because ”rea” in swedish means for sale. he keeps flirting with his wife, saying he’s going cheap today.

Jack Doohan took the safe route and borrowed an old race suit from his dad, because hey, there’s a famous racer named Mick Doohan out there right?

whereas the other famous mick, Mick Schumacher, took his surname literally and dressed as an old-timey cobbler or a ”shoe maker”.

i’d imagine there’s a funny moment when Casey Stoner shows up very stoned to the party.

[kyi195]

Thot abt putting this in the tags but honestly, if I had to type this out there I'd kms...

Anyway, I worked retail all of like 4 months. Shit gave me the worst anxiety and on top of working 55hrs a week between that and another non-retail job AND going to school I was definitely not in the best headspace. Anyway, it was an upscale motorcycle safety gear shop. I think the cheaoest thing we had in store besides trinkets were some gloves. Full mesh with calf leather (iirc) palms and plastic pads over your main knuckles. They were like $100 I think? Anyway, just set dressing.

The first item I sold that was the big ticket was the airbag jacket. Full leather jacket with an airbag vest inside that was self contained. Most airbag jackets have a tether you attach to the bike and when you come off the bike it pulls the tether and poof, airbag. This was one where it had some accelerometers and gyros to detect when you were moving in a non-standard way and poof airbag. Our store got three in sizes that don't really match up with thr locals and they were $1500/ea in an area where locals don't wear gear and if they do its cheap shit. I sold the first in the store to some dude who took it AND THEN started piling more shit up too. Cash fuckin mobey babey. Dude was super chill and hella loaded and he paid for his stuff and off he went. The owners of the building our store was in would host bike nights every week and he'd show up every so often, always in his airbag jacket.

Next up was a bit funnier. In the shop we'd host MotoGP watch parties every weekend they had a race during the season. I personally didn't care much for MotoGP. Went to a race once and it was fun as hell but watching on thr tv didn't really do it for me. Anyway we had a dude in the shop looking at race suits. I think the least expensive one we had in shop was like 11 or 1200? This dude was looking at one that was originally 1600 but was marked down to 13 because it was a style we were getting rid of. I laid hard into the sale, pumped up the benes of the design and brought up the discount and BOOM sale made plus some matching gloves and boots that we had to mail order.

OH WAIT homie's in the fuckin military and he's getting shipped to korea in like a week and a half. Before his boots are set to arrive! And not only that. My coworker said she tried to sell but him leaving made her pull back. I didn't see that interaction at all so that's why I went full sales pitch. THEN he finds me on facebook right before he ships out just to say that he bought the fuckin suit bc he thought I was cute. Sux for him, I was DEFINITELY not into a relationship. Esp not with someone about to be halfway across the world.

Anyways we kept making "worlds farthest booty call" jokes after that saying I was gonna fly to Korea to drop off this mfs boots and then suck some dick for america" or w/e. Ahhhh funny times at that shop.

Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.

When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.

When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.

In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.

If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.

“Could I get a bag….?”

There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.

I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.

The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.

The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”

“There’s no bags?”

“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.

He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”

When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.

“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”

I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.

[raikkonens]

my kink is motogp riders wearing race suits and f1 drivers wearing leathers

[waru-chan8]

Roberto: (in relationship with Rosa’s challenge) to the box for her challenge and the next one to face theirs is Jorge Lorenzo. We are going to call him champion because he is MotoGP’s World Champion and he’s in first position in the ranking. He put it completely upside down (Waru’s comment: not really after episode 1 he was 3rd and after episode 2 he moved in first). Riding bikes is something that he does very well, but today he is facing a GP challenge, but Disco GP. How is he dealing with the flow? Um? Um?

Noe: we are going to try and bring your world (bike noises) into the dance. You are going to dance as

Jorge: My world how?

Noe: you will have to dance as if you are riding a bike?

Jorge: bikes? Yes? Where is the bike?

Noe: 1, 2, as if you are running. 3. More

Jorge: like this?

Noe: 4. More, 5

Jorge: The worst that they could do to me

Noe: Stretch (but in the sense of stretching a limb or something related)

Jorge: Dancing is... making a mountain. I have little flexibility in here 😳 I never danced apart from... bachata

Noe: 1, 2, 3, cha. Cha

Jorge: and then reggaeton that everyone has their own style at the night clubs, so We are a bit rigid in this part I’m stressed because everything she puts new. Shit. Stress my head (I think the most correct expression would be make my head explode)

Noe: yeah, yeah. Arrow. Dot. Square

Jorge: Yes

Noe: Arrow, dot, square. Come on. 1

Jorge: Shit

Noe: 1 and 2 and 1

Jorge: Coordination on the bike. Dancing for me is new and I’m not coordinated with my body yet

Noe: Tip ((?) not sure because is dance related)

Jorge: Pam, Pam,

Noe: put your hands on your pockets because it looks like you are dancing a Sardana (traditional dance in Catalonia)

Jorge: it’s true

Noe: tip, heal (both referring to the feet)

Jorge: 1, 2

Noe: and close. The other

Jorge: buff If I work a miracle and out of the blue I start to improve quickly I might surprise, but now I really doubt it

Roberto: Good night Noe.

Noe: Good night

Roberto: Welcome back to ‘EL Desafío’. You are like in your house in hear.

Noe: like in my house

Roberto: Glad. Do we have a true dancer in front of us or not?

Noe: We have a true hard worker in front of us

Roberto: he trained (? I’m not sure as I can’t really hear it)

Noe: hard-worker and

Jorge: Thank you very much

Noe: ... and the truth he work hard and a lot the day we had. He is out of his comfort zone absolutely. Really like all of them in the show but... but... but there’s have been a very big change since the first day until the last ones. And I’m very happy/proud of his work. I want him to enjoy it

Roberto: You are saying, of course, out of is comfort zone. You did dance as a kid?

Jorge: I was a clonw-ish (but in the sense of acting goofy and he uses the word for kids acting goofy) as a kid . I did videos with my sister, home camera and so  (home made videos is the English true term) and then I quite. And now, my best is at the disco/night clubs, when I go out at night the reggaeton at my own style

Roberto: Oh, you dance reggaeton?

Jorge: with one or more mojitos, with my own style

Roberto: you also become brave (whatever expression the English have to mean lose the inhibition), no? It’s beautiful because what doesn’t managed to accomplish ‘El Desafío’, you put back on the riders leathers (Waru’s comment: yes I translated that correctly, that are pretending those are the leathers Jorge would use on a race weekend.)

Jorge: I don’t see it very rider-like. More like kart-like, Mario bros

Someone: Mario bros

Roberto: Super Mario

Jorge: More like Fernando Alonso more than a rider

Roberto:that’s correct

Mariló: but it suit you

Roberto: We are going to see a different Jorge Lorenzo. Completely

Jorge: The nerves have me wear out. I’m pretty active. This morning I was pretty active, jumping and so, and I hope to enjoy it to the maximum and

Roberto: I don’t want to put you in more tension. I won’t make you talk more because I know you like to focus/concentrate, but I going to real to you and to the people at home that there’ll be a small cameo that will bring memories to him. I don’t know if happy, but memories for sure.

Jorge: assholes

Roberto: I’m telling you

Jorge: I will know? (not sure because is mumbled)

Roberto: well is okay. Go and prepare if you want. Noe, good luck.

Noe: good luck

Roberto: Jorge Lorenzo with the team of dancers go and get prepared. And for those at home, I remind you, we have the ‘El Desafío en casa’ (the Challenge at home), I encourage you to record yourself dancing... (basically they encourage views to do their own challenge and post on social media)

[johnritik]

Why MotoGP Suits and Protective Gear Are Essential for Every Rider

For any serious motorcyclist, safety and style go hand in hand. Whether you're an avid MotoGP fan or a weekend rider, having the right gear can make all the difference. Among the essential pieces of equipment for any motorcyclist, MotoGP suits, leather jackets, and various other protective wear are key to ensuring both safety and performance on the road. Let’s take a closer look at these essential pieces of motorcycle gear and why they are indispensable for riders.

The Essential MotoGP Suits

MotoGP suits are the epitome of motorcycle racing gear. These specialized suits are designed not only for maximum protection but also for agility and comfort during high-speed races. Made from premium materials, such as leather, MotoGP suits are reinforced with padding and armor in critical areas like the shoulders, elbows, and knees. These suits are tailored to ensure that riders remain agile and flexible while offering maximum protection in the event of a fall or crash.

For street riders, investing in a high-quality motorcycle suit that offers similar protection can make a significant difference in the event of an accident. Many leather suits designed for road riders feature the same durability and impact resistance as their racing counterparts, ensuring that riders have a strong defense against abrasions and impacts.

Leather Jackets: A Timeless Classic

One of the most iconic pieces of motorcycle gear is the leather jacket. A biker jacket is more than just a fashion statement—it's a crucial part of a rider’s protective gear. The tough exterior of a leather jacket provides excellent abrasion resistance, while the flexibility of leather ensures comfort during long rides. In addition to its durability, a leather motorcycle jacket offers wind resistance, making it an excellent option for both urban and highway riding.

Many riders opt for jackets with built-in armor or padding, especially around the back, chest, and forearms. This added protection is crucial when riding at high speeds, ensuring that riders are safeguarded from both road rash and impact injuries in case of a fall.

Motorcycle Race Suits: Designed for Performance

For those who participate in competitive racing, a motorcycle race suit is an absolute necessity. These specialized suits are designed to provide full-body protection, covering the torso, arms, legs, and neck. Much like MotoGP suits, a motorcycle race suit features advanced protective elements, such as carbon fiber armor, to absorb shock and minimize injuries in the event of an accident.

When you’re racing at high speeds, even the slightest slip can lead to serious injury, which is why professional racers wear these suits during every race. The custom motorbike suit is an especially popular choice among professional racers and enthusiasts who want a tailored fit and enhanced comfort while ensuring top-notch safety.

Biker Jackets and Gloves: Combining Style with Safety

Abike jacket is a must-have for casual riders and daily commuters. While these jackets may not offer the same level of protection as a full race suit, many motorcycle jackets are equipped with reinforced areas, such as padded shoulders and elbows, to provide a moderate level of protection. For extra safety, pairing your motorcycle jacket with leather motorcycle gloves is essential. These gloves protect the hands from abrasions and injuries, which are common in crashes.

Leather moto gloves and leather biker gloves are designed to withstand impact and abrasions. In addition to providing comfort and control while riding, they also offer superior grip and dexterity, which is essential for handling the bike’s controls. Well-designed gloves often feature reinforced knuckles and palm protection to ensure full coverage.

Custom Motorbike Suit: Tailored Protection

For riders who demand both style and protection, a custom motorbike suit offers the best of both worlds. These suits are made to fit the rider's exact measurements, ensuring optimal comfort and performance. Custom suits are particularly popular among serious riders who spend long hours on the road and want gear that feels like it was designed just for them.

With a custom motorbike suit, riders can select the materials, features, and style that suit their personal preferences, all while maintaining the highest safety standards. Whether you’re racing or just cruising through town, having gear that fits perfectly can make a world of difference in terms of both comfort and protection.

Conclusion

Investing in the right motorcycle gear is essential for any rider, whether you're an adrenaline-seeking racer or a casual commuter. MotoGP suits, leather jackets, motorcycle suits, and bike jackets are designed to provide essential protection while ensuring comfort and style. Pairing these with leather motorcycle gloves and custom motorbike suits elevates the safety and performance of any rider. Remember, no matter the speed or the road conditions, wearing the appropriate gear could be the difference between a safe ride and a dangerous one.

[readblogs]

Unleash Your Inner Champion with the Alex Marquez Professional Motorcycle Honda Suit

Welcome back, gearheads! Today, we're diving into the adrenaline-fueled world of professional motorcycle racing with a spotlight on one of our most sought-after products: the Alex Marquez Professional Motorcycle Honda Motogp Suit. As the premier destination for MotoGP enthusiasts, we take pride in offering top-tier gear that's trusted by professionals and amateurs alike. Let's explore why this suit has riders revving with excitement!

Unmatched Performance:

Crafted with precision and engineered for performance, the Alex Marquez Professional Motorcycle Honda Suit embodies the spirit of speed and agility. Designed to meet the rigorous demands of the track, this suit is a testament to Alex Marquez's commitment to excellence.

Customer Reviews:

John D. - ★★★★★

"I've been racing for years, and I've tried my fair share of suits. The Alex Marquez Honda Suit stands out for its impeccable fit and superior protection. It's like a second skin, allowing me to push the limits with confidence."

Sarah M. - ★★★★★

"As a female rider, finding gear that fits well and offers uncompromising protection can be a challenge. I was thrilled when I tried on the Alex Marquez Suit. Not only does it fit like a dream, but it also makes me feel like a true competitor on the track."

Features That Make a Difference:

Premium Materials: Constructed from high-quality cowhide leather, this suit offers durability without sacrificing comfort. Riders can focus on the race ahead without worrying about the wear and tear of the elements.

Strategically Placed Armor: Safety is paramount in motorcycle racing, and the Alex Marquez Suit doesn't cut corners when it comes to protection. CE-approved armor in key areas provides impact resistance, giving riders peace of mind during high-speed maneuvers.

Optimized Aerodynamics: Every curve and contour of the Alex Marquez Suit is designed to reduce drag and enhance aerodynamics. From the wind-tunnel-tested design to the streamlined silhouette, this suit helps riders slice through the air with precision.

Customization Options: Personalize your suit with custom patches and embroidery, showcasing your individual style and personality on the track.

Conclusion:

In the world of MotoGP, every advantage counts. The Alex Marquez Professional Motorcycle Honda Suit is more than just gear—it's a symbol of dedication, performance, and the pursuit of greatness. Whether you're a seasoned racer or an aspiring champion, this suit is your ticket to the podium.

Ready to experience the thrill of the track like never before? Gear up with the Alex Marquez Professional Motorcycle Honda Suit and let your inner champion soar. Ride on!

Remember, for the latest updates, gear reviews, and exclusive offers, stay tuned to motogpgears.us—the ultimate destination for MotoGP enthusiasts.

Gear up, ride hard, and chase your dreams!

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this blog are solely those of the individuals quoted and do not necessarily reflect the official policies or endorsements of MotoGP Gears.