KK grinned when he came around the corner. "And now he looks like a proper, if rather clean, greasemonkey."
She pointed to the plated pants and jacket laid out next to the whole bike. It was red and graphite gray, with a more silver-gray for piping. KK had actually found a jacket with slashing similar to what paintings had him in, if more streamlined and modern. The pants wear more generic stripe pseudo-chap patterned. The guard plating, polycarbonite weaves, were sewn between the layers to keep from rubbing.
"The more accurate the suit is, the less it will drive you nuts with gaps or panels in the wrong place. Besides," she grinned, mischief clear. "The more form fitting..."
"And yeah, over the coverall, you don't bike in suit alone unless it's bleedin' hot outside."