Work boots, green work pants, green work shirt, accented by various jaunty peaked caps. Oh, I actually do have denims with worn out knees, but only for funerals and such. And I NEVER wear my lid backwards like the kids these days. Unless, of course, I have gitten ta do on my Bomb.
Over third gear, ya gotta turn er arse end to or ya haveta keep goin back fer it.