This leather laptop bag is over-engineered with no breakable parts like zippers, snaps, buttons etc. and is reinforced at all stress points with rivets and hidden polyester strapping. It's built with the largest pieces of leather possible so there are fewer seams, and we sew at only 5 stitches per inch so there's more leather between the needle holes and fewer holes to start a tear.
Our cow leather is the strongest we can find (full-grain boot leather, but thicker) and the pigskin lining is stronger than the cow leather. The thread is unbelievably strong industrial marine grade UV resistant polyester thread and our custom hardware is the amazing 316 Stainless Steel (please please google it). It's the metal of choice when your life depends on it. There's no other minimal laptop backpack like it.
This briefcase is actually the perfect laptop backpack when you attach the shoulder strap to the back d-rings and pass it through the O-ring on the back. The front pockets also have hidden pockets behind them. And of course, it has a false bottom for hiding cash and passports and d-rings for strapping on tripods, jackets, and blankets.
Back magazine pocket
Two internal side pen pockets
Shoulder strap adjusts long from 34" - 59" (fits guys from 5 feet to 8 feet tall)
Holds most 15" laptops
Dimensions (W x H x D)
15" x 11 ½" x 3 ½"
Weight: 5 lbs
A Thin Front Pocket Briefcase Bedtime Story
I was an undercover FBI agent and my black lab, Blue, was a drug dog when I first moved to Juarez, Mexico. Well, at least that's what my little old landlord lady, Donita, told them. And the gang on my street didn't like it much. You see, she didn't like the gang hanging out on our street because of all of the late night noise, broken beer bottles and the trash they always left behind. And, therefore, she used me to scare them off.
I mean, it was definitely believable. What in the world would a leather briefcase toting clean cut white guy and his drug sniffing sidekick be doing renting a shabby little room in a really bad part of the most dangerous city in the world, right? Well, it worked. The gang moved a few blocks away and our street stayed nice and tidy... and peaceful. Peaceful until the little old lady's Chihuahua went into heat, that is. And Donita had that scent of love all over her lap from holding her.
And when Blue and I came out of our little room into the courtyard at the same time as Donita, it was horrible. Blue's eyes widened to the size of silver dollars, and then out of nowhere, latin dance music started to play.. It was love at first scent, but it wasn't pretty. He ran over to her, hooked his front legs around her little waist and started to tango. I pulled him off of her after he started the Greco Roman wrestling on the ground.
I felt really bad about that and apologized profusely, but that didn't make her feel less nervous or stressed with us living there. I had to go find another place to live and that's when I moved into the orphanage for awhile and taught the kids how to play guitar. I'm not sure if your current briefcase would make anybody wonder what you do other than work at some average job for average pay. This briefcase will suggest a story about you that may not be true, but maybe the briefcase will make it become true for you. Mine story is true.