The Hat – An Australian Bush & City hat.


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I used to wear a Navy watch cap, navy blue of course, or black. As a longhair, from the San Francisco bay area, growing up in the good old days, I wore a watch cap. Bandanas were too much like a poster or billboard, pointing me out in a crowd. The watch cap didn’t get blown off of my head whenever the wind blew, and it kept my long locks from blowing into my face.

That was probably the main reason for me, to wear a hat. I didn’t like my hair getting in my face. Right off the bat, you are saying to yourself, ” just cut your damn hair then “. I have cut my hair 3 times in 45 years, and I don’t plan on doing that any time soon. If you were as ugly as I, you would do whatever it took to look better.

” Well, why do you keep your hair long if it drives you nuts? ” you ask. Because it’s the best feature I have. I inherited my mother’s beautiful thick, wavy hair, and without it my ears stick out to the sides, similar to Dumbo the elephant. In a heavy wind I could probably fly without my hair keeping them ears under control.

So to keep a long story long, I wore a Navy watch cap for something like 40 years. My trademark so to speak. The only problem with that watch cap was, it seemed to draw attention to me in a negative way. Everywhere I went, cops would single me out, even when I was being perfectly legal.

It was me, I know. If a cop had someone pulled over and I drove past, he would let the other people go, and take off after me. Some of that was because I tended to drive beater cars. I could keep junk running for quite a while, and a hundred-dollar car was lots cheaper than a thousand dollar car. The old cars were easier to work on too.

So now you’re asking what all that has to do with a hat. I’ll tell you. In 2007, some friends came by my place. My place wasn’t where you could just be driving by, so you decide to stop. I lived 3 miles out a logging road, and you had to be going there to get there.

One of those friends was sporting a brand new Australian Bush & City hat. He was really proud of it, and I’m sure it cost him $50 or $60. I’m sure he couldn’t really afford to spend that kind of money for a hat, but he did. So my friends visited for a few hours, and when they decided to go, the hat was left behind.

I didn’t notice for weeks, the brand new hat sitting on top of the piano. The piano was a clutter spot, for all kinds of junk. A couple of months went by, and the hat was still there gathering dust. I thought about bringing it to Fred, being his and all, but never managed to remember it. I did tell him it was there.

Fred and his wife came by again about 4 months later, and he did grab the hat. He set it on the back of the couch, and we visited for a while. After dinner they decided to get home, before it got too dark to navigate the logging road. The hat was still sitting on the back of the couch! He forgot it again….

I left it there for a year, always forgetting to bring it to him, and he never came back to get it. In 2008 the brand new Australian Bush & City hat was still there, so I tried it on. It fit like it was meant to be worn by me, so I started to wear it. I took it off when I went by his place, so it wouldn’t be obvious, I was now wearing his hat.

I forgot to take it off the last few times I visited, and no one ever said anything about it, so I figured it was mine now. Since that time, 7 1/2 years ago, I’ve only been pulled over by the police 3 times, and never harassed at all. Not about driving junk, nor about looking creepy, or out-of-place, or anything at all.

I put that hat on now, whenever I leave the house. When I see a cop while driving down the road, they still look me over with scrutiny, but they never pull me over anymore. All they see is a cowboy, or rancher. Not a hippy with long hair, and an ugly rig. All they see is the hat!

 

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3 thoughts on “The Hat – An Australian Bush & City hat.

  1. I don’t think it was your watch cap (you should post a photo of one…I didn’t know what it was exactly so had to Google it up to see), I think it was your hair. Cops have a radar about guys with long hair for some reason. The beater vehicles probably didn’t help any. My husband drove big rigs for a living and although he was pretty anal about having short hair, he sported a beard. Big ol’ full beard and something about him (and our old junker cars) always brought the cops out. I got pulled over once and was told later by a cop I know that I was profiled as a meth head because the car (although not really old – it was a 1995 Ford in about 1999 or 2000) profiled because it was so freakin’ dirty (I rarely washed it, hubby would just scum it up again) and full of crap (papers, clothes, fast food wrappers and the like) . I had to laugh because I weigh close to 250 lbs and to think I’d ever have had anything to do with meth just tickled my funny bone. (no drugs thank you). So in my humble opinion they were bothering you because you were a long hair in a short hair world. But I like the new hat. It’s got a lot of style!

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    • Thanks for that. Yep, you are right too. I’ve met a couple ex-feds, and they told me their training was to target the people like me. Even when legal, my look and presence set their radars into overtime! Thanks for coming by, and the comments. Hope to see you again.

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