Black Bear Brand... insane in the Pacific Northwest

The rain fell in sheets, a relentless assault from the heavens, as if the gods of the Pacific Northwest had grown weary of the weak and sought to wash away the feeble-minded. Rugged mountains loomed like ancient titans, their peaks obscured by swirling mist and ominous clouds. The treacherous rain, a constant companion in this unforgiving land, was both a baptism and a crucible. In this environment, where sanity danced on the edge like a precarious tightrope, I found solace. My crazy mind, an asylum for thoughts that defied convention, found peace in the chaotic symphony of rain and wind. The thunderous roar of the bike echoed through the forest, a primal scream against the silence that threatened to devour the weak-willed. This Black Bear Brand jacket clinging to my frame is not just a relic of yesteryears... it’s a new creation, a testament to my defiance and a tribute to the unyielding spirit of the Pacific Northwest. It’s a personal journey manifested in fabric, a declaration of love