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Mopar _®

Women's Bomber Jacket

$89.95

SKU

1325.250037

This women's Mopar bomber jacket has a classic aviator-style design with light insulation.

Specifications:

Made from 95% recycled materials

Full zip

Lightly insulated

Classic bomber silhouette

Stretch ribbed collar, cuffs and bottom band

Side pockets

Sizes: S-2XL

Mopar word logo on left chest in white

Available in black

*This item is made to order especially for you. Please allow 2-3 weeks for delivery. Due to the custom nature of this item we cannot accept returns. This item is not available to ship outside of the United States.

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Color

Black

Size & Fit Content

?	SM	MD	LG	XL	2X
Body Length at Back	25.5	26	26.75	27.5	28.25
Chest Width	21	22	23.5	25	27
Sleeve Length	33	33.75	34.5	35.25	35.75

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