I gotta say, for the first few weeks I experienced some buyer’s remorse, because although the new seat was beautiful, it seemed no more comfortable than the one it replaced. But then, quite suddenly, it “broke in.” Holy moley! What a difference!
With my old seat, after about thirty minutes I would suffer numbness and tingling, in, shall we say, “the Netherlands.”
Now, it feels like I’m floating above the motorcycle, gently guiding it to follow me along a curvy road. And I can do it ALL DAY. Which is the right way to do it, as we know.
Thanks so much for making riding that much more fun!
Guerrilla Writer & Photographer
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