Through 35 years and multi-thousands of miles of road and mountain biking, I've owned five saddles -- two horribly uncomfortable seats, one good one that broke, two very nice ones still in use, and now this beautiful Brooks I've installed today on my commuter bike. I've just returned from a half hour spin, and I already know this saddle will be the best of my life.
Yes, it's as hard as ebony, but I know right now that its design ... form ... shape ... whatever that's called ... accomodates all of the shifts of weight and angles that a cyclist's behind requires while climbing, descending, and cruising. It seems to support and contain my precious bottom's motion while allowing a slick transition between positions.
I wouldn't head out on long ride on it tomorrow - I've been warned about riding a new Brooks - but my daily few miles will be painless, I know, and I suspect I'll be thinking about replacing my other two bikes' perfectly decent saddles with Brooks.
Why, oh why, did I wait so long to finally get a Brooks? I guess I was afraid of the initial break-in. Well, unless a rider's leaving tomorrow on a long, long ride, I know there's no need to fear a Brooks. Even then, I think it'd work out. A serious rider has a serious bottom.
My serious bottom is happy.
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