Speaking of chaps assless, pantsless or otherwise my dad just left after a two-week visit. Since he retired he has bought a Harley and all the requisite gear, including chaps. He rode here across Canada from Wisconsin and is now taking a big Southern arc on the the way home. I discovered after he left Saturday that he forgot his chaps. He called later while I was riding the bus to tell me where he was and that his trip was going well. I then proceeeded to say something I never thought I would, especially on a bus, “Would you like me to mail you your chaps?” It was only after I hung up that I realized people were looking askance. I wanted to defend myself and explain, but somehow “That was my dad” seemed like a bad idea.