Rocker saved my booty
For starters, I want to say Revzilla is wonderful.
Now, to my review. I should start by saying, most reviews on here have not actually tested these jeans for what they are made for. I did, unfortunately. I received these jeans as a gift from a worry wart of a mom. Now, let me say, they were a welcomed gift, but ended up being a gift in a completely different way. A way I had hoped would never be needed. But they were put to the tes in a big way on 111415.
I should start by saying, I buy a lot of stuff. I have never felt so compelled to review a product. But, the way this product saved me, it is most deserving of praise.
First off, yes, they are pricey. Yes, they are heavy. But, from the day I received them, I was shocked at their high quality, and the super fashionable look that they have. I have 300 dollar diesel jeans from Saks, that don't even hold a candle to my Rokkers. And the diesels, well, in a crash will be worthless.
Now, lets talk functionality. After all, we pay almost 500 dollars for jeans because, lets face it, its cheaper than road rash, and skin graphs, and a heck of a lot less painful. And now, I can testify to how wonderful these jeans are. Unfortunately, my girlfriend didn't have on Rokkers, and she is paying the price.
Friday, November 13th, 2015. My girlfriend and I are home trying to decide what to do. It was one of the first cool nights of the year in florida, as winter has decided to skip us. We were choosing between fishing, and going for a motorcycle ride to have a nice dinner on St Pete Beach. She really wanted to go for a ride, so, that was what we did.
We rode to the beach, over the skyway, on a beautiful fall night. It was perfect. We ate outside, at a beach bar and grill. It was about 1130 when we decided to ride home. As we rode south along the beach, to the toll exit, to cross the bridge, I was very surprised to find the toll booth closed. There was a sign, exact change only, and it was 75 cents. I had a quarter, and a bunch of bills. We sat at the toll for about 10 minutes, trying to decide what to do. We considered covering my tag and sneaking through, or just driving through and getting a bill in the mail. But I am a police officer, and my conscience would not let me do either. So, I found a side road and looped around back to the beach. My original plan was to go to a 7-11, and get change, but it was so nice out, I decided to drive to the next bridge, which I believe was Treasure Island, and cross at that bridge. Big mistake. I ended up getting lost in a bad part of town, and eventually found my way back to I275. I ventured southbound, and worked my way to the toll booth to cross the sunshine skyway bridge. I paid my 1.25, and started my crossing. It was windy, the wind was out of the east, and was pushing me towards the wall. I was forced to go a meager 65 mph on my fJR, but was enjoying the amazing weather and views. I was driving next to a white pickup truck in the left lane.
Out of nowhere, a red Honda Accord was speeding up the left lane. My visual estimate would be 110 or more. The car was obviously upset that the pickup truck was in the fast lane, and not moving over. He also , obviously, didn't see me. He flew up behind the truck, and attempted to do a high speed. close call, A hole pass, to make a point to the truck that he was in the fast lane. I saw him at the last millisecond making this move. Instantly, I saw a headlight in my mirrors, and then, the most explosive, violent hit, that I could ever imagine, from behind. My girlfriend and I slammed the hood of this car, and then slid off of the passenger side of the car. She slid and flew at least 150 feet. I slid and flew at least 200 feet. It was the most helpless, terrifying, and brutal 5 seconds of each of our lives. I was waiting to flop over the wall and fall hundreds of feet to my death. I was also wondering when i was going to stop tumbling. She told me afterwards that she was thinking the exact same things. When I finally did stop, and surveyed myself, and realized that by some miracle I was in one piece, I then was overcome with the fear of either finding my girlfriend dead, or not finding her and realizing she had fallen off the bridge to her death. I worked my way to my feet, and stumbled down the bridge. I was shocked to find my girlfriend stumbling up the bridge looking for me. She was covered in road rash and beat up. Nothing was broken, somehow. I, however, was only beat to a pulp. I was wearing a V"""on Jacket, Shoei X12 helmet, Heavy Danner boots, Icon Gloves, and Yes, amazing ROKKER Jeans. I slid for a long way on my back and backside. My jacket was rubbed raw, but the back protector, and leather saved me. My boots were also rubbed good. Gloves also. MY jeans, however, were torn to shreds. In the knees and in the butt. But only the denim. The inner material, which I can only describe as magical, was unaffected, and looked as new. IT SAVED MY BUTT AND KNEES COMPLETELY. I am forever indebted to these jeans. I would not be sitting for months.
Now, I am on percosets, and muscle relaxers, and in pain internally, but my skin is nearly completely in tact. I owe it all to my gear, and sadly, my girlfriend wasn't so lucky. She has lots of road rash. It is a miracle that we lived. We cant stop talking about it, because there is no way to convey the impact and violence that we felt. The car was going well over 100 mph.
There is no explanation as to why I am still here. But, if my story can convince one person to wear ATGATT, that could be the reason. I have always believed you get what you pay for, and skimping on safety gear is not a good way to cut corners. If you are on the fence about Rokker Jeans, because of the price, DO IT. Worth every penny. You never know when a reckless driver may rear end you at 110 miles per hour.