Those who carry blanket rolls do so with good reason. It’s the type of personal item that tells the world that you’re a force to be reckoned with. It says you’re ready for anything (which is pretty much the pinnacle of personality traits). That you’re low maintenance. That you lack pretense and have zero use for frilly B.S. (no polyspaceage sleeping bag for you). It says you’re the kind of person that who, just like Peter Fonda in Easy Rider, is likely to strap this sucker to the back of a ’74 Shovelhead and throttle out on the open road with middle finger in the air and tail pipes screaming loud and clear to a world of scaredy-cats that you respect no boundaries and obey no rules. Obstacles? What the hell are those? You’ve got a blanket roll. Which was reason enough for us to make some that bear the GFC name.