Bruno Marc Males’s Motorbike Fight Oxford Boot Fur Lining Heat Zipper Boots

Good fit. Needed insoles.
These boots are a good fit, slightly shiny, yet classy enough to ride dapper.The material seems durable.Warm enough during the winters in southern New Mexico.Good traction on pavement after break-in.Resists shifter pedal marks.The laces are round, thick leather and long enough to double knot and tuck under against the boot tongues.The zipper feels durable and stays zipped up.The insoles are thin. I added aftermarket insoles. The boots now fit snuggly good.The only thing I would change is to add a zipper cover, although my pants cover the zippers. No scratches. However, a velcro cover reduces tension to prevent zipper split.Overall, I am very pleased with these boots. I will definitely buy again. Two thumbs up.

Nicely made, and a heck of a price!
I like to complain. No complaints here, which would normally prove very frustrating to me, but my feet feel so damn good, I don’t know… …I think I’m just going to let it slide for now. I think… I don’t know… Ever since I started wearing those boots, it’s like I don’t have a complaint about anything in the world! I mean, the neighbors don’t call me by my given name; around here, I’m known as “The Critic”. And, believe you me, I did NOT skimp on attitude when it came to earning that nickname! Maybe a little back story would serve us all well at this point.It all started back in December of 1984. My parents and I rented out a shoebox in the dodgy area of Brooklyn’s lower east side. It was colder than a witch’s rack that year! Trust me – I’ve got what they call a “photographic memory”, although that terminology doesn’t quite do it justice, since there ain’t no way to take a picture of the FEELING YOU GET WHEN YOUR BLOOD TURNS INTO A FRIGGIN’ BLUE RASPBERRY SLUSHEE INSIDE YOUR GOD DAMN VEINS BECAUSE OF HOW FRIGGIN’ COLD IT IS OUTSIDE!!–But, I digress… Anyhow, I got my Bruno Marc boots on right now, so I’m finding it incredibly hard to focus only on the bad part of this particular memory. So, where was I?……Oh, yeah! So, with the big guy in the red coat getting ready to be making his annual rounds, I decided that, since Pops was out of work at the moment, and Ma was already dipping into the inheritance money that was SUPPOSED to be for my damn college fund, providing I made it to the ripe old age of 21, and was ready to take my first foray into the exciting adult world of alcohol poisoning, date rape, and money swindling on some “prestigious” slice of extra green grass out there in the real world, I had decided to take it upon myself to get the lazy, heartless slumlord that rented out our stinky roach motel of an apartment about FINALLY providing us with, at the VERY least, a friggin’ space heater for his more than loyal tenants over in 12-B. I didn’t make the decision alone, mind you. The fam and I had spent the majority of the night just past figuring out who was going to work up enough nerve to march on down to that fat, sloppy, lazy a-hole’s office uptown, and give him an earful, as long as his office was warm enough to LOWER Q

Perfect in the picture but leather very thin adds no safety protection for motorcycles

Great value, comfortable boots that I’m wearing to work far better than some of the more expensive boots I’ve used for work… highly recommended.