That's what saddlebags are for, so you don't scare them city folks.
Them city folks probably wouldn't have known what to make of my neighbor who passed away a few years back.
I'm guessing he was in his late eighties and he was still plowing his own field every year. One time I happened to be at the back fence and he pulled up and we had a nice chat.
He had a nice big shiny revolver strapped on his hip. :-)