My visit with Wested... Now with PICS!
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 9:36 am
In the middle of London's Victoria Station, on a drury June day, I (along with my Dad) and navigating through the hordes of people, trying to find the train to Swanley. Finially, finding the right train, we hop onboard just as it gets ready to board. After a quick 15 minute train ride, we get out at Swanley Station, and head for the taxi station. Talking to a driver, I tell him I need to get to Wested Lane. He immediatly knew I was headed for Wested Leather.
Five minutes and £7 later, we arrive at Wested Shop. Heading towards the door, we see a sign posted that says "HONK HORN IF LOCKED". Having taken a cab, we didnt really have a horn. We banged on the door, but noone answered. Finially, coming from the house (Peter's, I believe) behind the shop a man came out. I believe it was Gerry (spendng all that time there, I forgot to ask his name! ) He opened up the shop, and informed my Dad and I that Peter was out for a bit. I told him what I was after, and he led me over to the rack of Indy Jackets. There were all types! Different leathers, styles, types! After going through them all, I ended up with a 40 REG Raiders Goat. Lets just say I am now officially broke for the rest of a LONG while!
I was getting ready to have them call a cab for us, when Peter pulled in. Good! I was feeling bad not being able to meet THE jacket man!He came over, and i introduced myself. We didnt have much time to chat, but in the end, he gave my Dad and I a ride back to the train station (and along the way telling us the story of his visit to the states a few years ago. He stayed only an hour away from me for 8 days!). But, all good things must come to an end as I waved goodbye.
Here are the only two pics I took in the shop:
I'll have some pictures of the jacket up soon.
Five minutes and £7 later, we arrive at Wested Shop. Heading towards the door, we see a sign posted that says "HONK HORN IF LOCKED". Having taken a cab, we didnt really have a horn. We banged on the door, but noone answered. Finially, coming from the house (Peter's, I believe) behind the shop a man came out. I believe it was Gerry (spendng all that time there, I forgot to ask his name! ) He opened up the shop, and informed my Dad and I that Peter was out for a bit. I told him what I was after, and he led me over to the rack of Indy Jackets. There were all types! Different leathers, styles, types! After going through them all, I ended up with a 40 REG Raiders Goat. Lets just say I am now officially broke for the rest of a LONG while!
I was getting ready to have them call a cab for us, when Peter pulled in. Good! I was feeling bad not being able to meet THE jacket man!He came over, and i introduced myself. We didnt have much time to chat, but in the end, he gave my Dad and I a ride back to the train station (and along the way telling us the story of his visit to the states a few years ago. He stayed only an hour away from me for 8 days!). But, all good things must come to an end as I waved goodbye.
Here are the only two pics I took in the shop:
I'll have some pictures of the jacket up soon.