“Levi’s we didn’t wash at all. They shrank too much and it weakened the thread. So we wore them and wore them until they were shiny with mud, manure, tallow, cattle slobber, bacon fat, axle grease and hoof oil -and then we wore them some more. Eventually, the Levi’s reached a point of grime saturation where they couldn’t get any dirtier, where they had the feel or oilskin and had become not just waterproof but briar-proof, and that was when you knew you had really broken them in. When Levi’s reached that degree of conditioning, they were sort of like smoke-cured ham or aged bourbon and you couldn’t pay a cowboy to let you wash his.”
My bride recommended this one to me last fall. Great read.