From: L. E. (Lou)
Subject: Years: Six. Miles: 160K.
The subject line is my testimonial.
I bought the Bohn
Armor Pants at the BMW shop in Los Angeles while I
was working a project near there in 2001. They saw
their first use in local tours along the Angeles
Crest and the wonderfully twisted highways over
the California coastal ranges. But it was after
the project was completed and I was on my way home
that I wore them through Death Valley at 115
degrees (F) one afternoon, then up over the pass
to Yosemite in the icy early morning of the
following day. That's when Bohn "Under" Armor
pants were permanently integrated into my touring
outfit. They just plain worked.
With Bohn as the base layer, faded blue jeans or
light gray hiking pants as the sun-reflective
norm, and chaps or riding pants as the wet or
chilly day outer layer when needed, there is not a
single place I couldn't go with confidence. And
looking more like normal than like a space walk
refugee at truck stops along the way was a bonus.
That worked too for a low profile guy like me.
Since then I've worn that single pair of Bohn
pants as "underarmor" for six years and 160K miles
including Alaska (twice), across to the east coast
(thrice), zigging the zags of Deal's gap (thrice
as well), down to Key West one time, and through
the canyons and deserts of the west and the
Rockies numerous times. After pulling the armor
pads, the pants have seen washings in motel sinks
and ice-melt rivers and were (usually) completely
dry by morning. Those pants looked on laundromats
like a luxury.
Fortunately, the only "crash" testimony I can
offer was on a primitive road deep in the Cascade
range by Mt. Adams. That crash while wearing my
fishing/camping boots instead of my higher
motorcycle touring boots left me with new dents
and cuts on my shins, but my knees, hips and
thighs were protected from the roots and rocks by
the Bohn system. No problem. The armor did it's
But the bonus you don't advertise is that my boney
knees don't take nearly the beating they once did
when I stop to
perform routine maintenance tasks like chain
tightening and lubrication while kneeling on the
unforgiving concrete of
motel or Wal-Mart parking lots. Oh, yeah. That
benefit alone is worth the price of admission boys
That's functionality I've come to expect from my
touring gear. Bohn has met, no, exceeded, those
I'm ordering another pair because after years and
kilomiles of use and abuse, one of the pad pockets
(hmmm, left side, hip, exactly where I fell last
summer...) has begun to come apart at the seam. It
still works. The pad still stays in place. But the
seam is getting shorter and the open space larger
with each wearing. It's time.
Good work, guys and gals of Bohn.
L. E. (Lou) Wissenbach