I’ve been wearing leather jackets most of my life, and I don’t say that lightly. My relationship with leather started in the mid-80s when I was a punk kid playing gigs in New York. Christmas Eve, 1986, CBGBs — that was the first time I saw a truly great leather jacket in the wild. From that moment on, leather wasn’t fashion, it was armor.
Before that, I wore Empire leathers. After that night, Schott became the standard — the holy grail. Since 1987, Schott has been my benchmark. I own everything from their leather pea coat to multiple Perfectos. I’ve never felt the need to look elsewhere.
Until now.
This Horween leather rider is the real deal. The 3–4oz veg-tanned cowhide is thick, substantial, and confidence-inspiring, but it breaks in immediately. It has that rare combination of strength and softness — rugged without being stiff, supple without feeling precious. Calling it deerskin-soft isn’t exaggeration, it’s accurate.
The design is exactly what I want at this point in my life. No extra BS. No unnecessary details. Just a clean rider silhouette, solid hardware, bi-swing back that actually works, and adjustable side tabs that let you dial in the fit. The black-and-white plaid wool lining feels classic and intentional, not decorative. Everything has a purpose.
Fit-wise, it’s spot on. I’m 5'10", 150 lbs, and the Medium fits perfectly — tailored without being tight, structured without restricting movement. The proportions feel right standing, riding, or sitting.
This jacket feels grown, confident, and timeless. It doesn’t try to prove anything. It just shows up and does the job — which is exactly what great leather should do. In my 50s, that’s what matters most.
This is Horween at its best, and easily one of the finest leather jackets I’ve owned.