Driving gloves aren't for everyone. Imagine an american-born chinese soccer-mom speeding along in her Mini Van. She is doing about 80 in the right freeway lane just to get in time for drop-off or pick-up. She's got the driving wheel right at her chest and her arms are straight out like an airplane ready to land. Add driving gloves. Wouldn't work.
Image the guy from the hood that drives a souped-up Honda in pastel colors and dices dangling from the rearview mirror. The seat is so far back that his head is hardly visibile. 50 cents is BLASTING out across the neighborhood from his $2000 stereo. Add driving gloves. Even in the most fluorescent pastels they wouldn't work.
Then imagine a Steve McQueen-ish man, a little taller with a more European-styled shirt (well-fitted with confident patterns and a strong collar) and a pair of Italian loafers. He's gently sliding into his roadster, the leather smells raw and powerful. The sportscar reminds you of a panther ready to jump it's prey. Add driving gloves. Fits like... a glove.
There is justice in universe after all. I rest my case!
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