I have a confession to make

[malkin]

I ended up here after a wrong-for-me saddle had me riding in tears, and thinking that I was probably a sub-human mutant requiring at least surgery, more likely euthanasia, certainly not capable of ever enjoying a bike ride.

[Zen]

Recreational plodder. I like that.

[sgtiger]

(((((badger))))))

No matter what your reason is, you're on a bike at least occasionally. That in my book works for me. Heck, I've barely touched my bike since moving into our new house. There are others here that have mentioned that cycling is not really their thing, but have taken it up because they want to do tris. That's cool too. I think many of us have stumbled on this site due to a bike related issue of one kind or another but have stayed on because of all the really cool people.

[badger]

I ended up here after a wrong-for-me saddle had me riding in tears, and thinking that I was probably a sub-human mutant requiring at least surgery, more likely euthanasia, certainly not capable of ever enjoying a bike ride.

And how did the saga end??

I'm actually still having saddle issues after 8 or 9 months.

My left sit bone feels like it's sitting right on the rivet (Brooks). My right one's fine. I've fiddled with it endlessly, adjusting it in minute degrees and finally decided that I must have gotten a seconds. I even got a callous on my left cheek from it!

I was looking at my saddle the other day and saw the depressions made by my sit bones, and lo and behold, my left one is right by the rivet and my right one is a good half inch forward from its equivalent.

I shouldn't be too surprised; I do have a minor case of scoliosis, so my pelvis is probably off-kilter. Maybe I'll look into a Brooks B68 with springs!!

[malkin]

B67S for the back of the tandem
B18 for my Giant

And they all lived happily ever after.

[malkin]

Oh--B is for Brooks.

[badger]

Glad Brooks helped you. My said struggle is with a B17S, perhaps it's too short for me.

[malkin]

Me on a B=17 would be like a scary old Brothers Grimm story B17...the poor scrawny helplless saddle would be lost forever between my sit bones. (What was said about me in the ER would be a different literary genre!)

The S for short is only an issue for me on the stoker seat of the tandem, as a longer nosed saddle likes to grab the back of my pants and pull 'em down as I climb aboard. The only proper response for a lady is to turn around and slap the saddle and exclaim "How dare you get fresh with me!" as it giggles with a schoolboyish grin.