I bought these boots five years ago. I broke them in gently by crashing my ZXR400 on a trackday at Anglesey the second time I wore them. To the best of my recollection they've visited at least seven countries, done tens of thousands of miles, and seen several motorcycles come and go. The seams are coming apart from years of being pulled on and off twice a day for the commute, the soles shredded by the rally pegs on the Tenere, the leather crusted with winter road-salt. It's time for them to go.
(Full disclosure - I actually bought another pair of boots several months ago. Much to Sarah's frustration this pair has been sat in the kitchen ever since because I insisted I wanted to take a picture of them before I threw them out. To her great relief they are now in the bin outside)