I Bought A Pleather Jacket

I bought a jacket, and I am pretty damned excited about this jacket.
In terms of style it is very much like a jacket I had back when I was riding motorcycles.
It was a vintage leather jacket I found at some insanely hip place in San Francisco or maybe Silverlake (which if you don't know, is and always will be, an uber cool neighborhood in L.A.)
It was a motorcycle jacket, but not the Harley style.
More like the European cafe-racer style. Narrowly cut through the torso, short collar. (not the kind that fold over...almost like a stubby mock turtleneck?) That jacket got stolen.

This new jacket? It's fake leather, so my latent greenie-enviro side feels ok. The fakeness of the leather? The most convincing I have ever seen. Not a single person said "is that real leather?"
One person went so far as to rub the pleather between their fingers and say "nice jacket"
Several people made comments about the jacket that were all complimentary...well except for that brat of a receptionist who said, "you gonna' race after work?"
And it's not all heavy like a real leather jacket. Have you ever worn a leather jacket for any length of time? Tiresome.
Did I mention my pleather jacket is machine washable?
oh yeah.

So what did this incredibly cool jacket cost me?
This jacket that in the first hour of me owning it got me 6 compliments and made me feel almost, kinda, sorta, hip again?

25 bucks.
Do you love it? I love it. I got it at Ross.