Checking out the saddle |
We are on our way to Rochester and stopped in Fairport, NY. We saw three women on bikes and asked if
there was a bathroom nearby. They
inquired about our trip and we started to tell them we had come from Boston,
but before we could even tell them, they noticed my saddle (which is rather
unusual – it is a Selle SMP TRK which has a turned down nose). They were intrigued by its shape and asked
about comfort. I happen to like this
saddle quite a bit and it is on all my bikes.
We talked about how saddles are a very personal thing and how the ones
that come with bikes are usually very uncomfortable. It took me three tries to find one that
suited me.
I also told them about the women’s cycling site www.teamestrogen.com. It was fun to share my experiences with these
women.
The Spirited Bunch |
DW: As Pata would say, these three ladies were a spirited
bunch. They were impressed by the quest we were on and the distance it would
take to achieve it. One woman commented that after an 8 mile ride she needed a
two hour nap. The encounter turned into a spontaneous saddle consultation, the
three of them huddled around Pata’s saddle like doctors around a patient. I
realized their bikes were probably not as comfortable as they could be.
At the bathroom entrance a man asked me how far we were
going. “L.A.,” I replied. “Wow,” he said and added, “good luck!” I find that
when people see our bikes fully loaded it immediately piques their interest. We
have people roll their windows down at intersections asking where we are going.
One woman, when hearing our destination, used her index finger to make a rolling
motion around the side of her head, the universal sign of: these two are nuts!
Maybe she’s right.
We leave Rochester tomorrow with
two days of rest under our belts (although we did venture out this morning so
we would know our route in the early morning and racked up about 8 miles). I
want to be back on my bike, the heat and
wind welcome friends as we pedal westward. I’m into the rhythm of daily riding
so it feels weird to interrupt it.
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