Once upon a time I had a great saddle.
Then the surface cracked and it lost it’s bounce and took on water when it rained.
I bought a new saddle when I got the cassette changed.
It was apparently a wonderful saddle, on several top ten lists for women’s saddles, but it wasn’t my shape. And it wasn’t slippery. In fact, it was especially non-slippery. That’s possibly a good thing for some lycra-clad internet commenters, but I don’t appreciate leaving my (non-lycra) skirt on the saddle when I stop at traffic lights as much as some drivers do..
The bike shop very kindly offered me a couple of alternatives to try instead. The first of which I’d given back after a couple of kilometres – the edge was sharp/scratchy – and would have given the third back if I’d been free at the same time as the bike shop was open. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, it’s just super long and means I can’t stand up straight (on the ground) without it poking me.
And now they’d been closed at the weekend and would be closed again on Wednesday and I wouldn’t be able to give it back before my trip.
Riding ~1,500-2000km on a test saddle seemed a little unfair, but not to be changed..
..and then I woke up later than expected and as I waited for the traffic light to change I decided that late was late and took the road to the bike shop instead of to work.
I have now paid the difference in price (to the first of the three test saddles) and own a Selle Royal something-or-other. I will know it pretty well by the time I get back. Maybe we’ll be better friends. Maybe I’ll decide to go on a new hunt.
the Jess(e)way around 