Puff Daddy
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Or, why don't they just charge an extra $10 bucks and put a real frikkin seat on it?
I'm almost 50. Officially coming on Old F***er status. I've been doing the whole weight lifting/gym rat thing for a few years and though it's helped me drop a lot of weight and generally remain healthy, I keep getting hurt. I started out hurt, actually, so it wasn't a real big surprise, but after a major hernia repair and subsequent reinjuries, my doc finally told me to find something else to do or risk irreversible issues.
I don't have to stop lifting, I just have to stop lifting heavy. Major exertion, deadlifting more than my body weight, constant grunting and straining. Doc suggested going the route of the cycling athlete, a good bit of riding, some moderate but not daily lifting. Sounded good, but bikes are expensive, so I've put it off. But then a friend of my wife comes along with an offer for a free secondhand bike that her husband no longer needs as he bought himself a nice new one. OK, cool. Why not. It's an inexpensive mountain bike, but it's in really good condition. Made my first ride today, maybe 8 or 10 miles on a paved bike trail along the river.
Started out well, was a lot of fun. The weather was really nice, the trees are flowering, felt really good to be out riding. But, at about the 4 mile mark, the seat started talking to me.
"Ya know, I really don't like you, fat ***. You're having too much fun and I think it's time to inflict a little agony".
:suspect:
Man, this thing is really starting to hurt. I better get off, take a rest, and have a look. Maybe there's an adjustment.
Looking under the seat I found no adjustment, but I did find a signature from the maker of the seat. Marquis de Sade.
The problem with riding five miles from home on a bike with a seat made by the Marquis de Sade is that you have to ride back, after the seat has lured you several miles from home under false pretenses. At one point I considered throwing the bike into a ravine and hitch hiking back. When I finally did make it back, I think I had an entirely new injury for my doctor to fret over, and I doubted there was a medical cure for it. That last couple of miles was pretty embarassing, with lots of stopping to scream, loud groans that flushed wildlife out of the woods, and a constant grimace that, at one point, prompted a young mother pushing one of those jogger/stroller things to do an about face and bolt away from me at a much faster pace than I was making on the bike from hell.
I inspected the seat thoroughly once I got home. Seems someone assumed that a .01 mm thick piece of vinyl stretched over a steel frame qualifies as Seat. Though I still do try to hold onto a little dignity, I will give in and immediately purchase one of those big wide heavily padded grampa seats and sport it about without reservation. That is, once I can manage to walk into the sporting goods store without looking like I just recently fell on a sword. May be a few days.
I'm almost 50. Officially coming on Old F***er status. I've been doing the whole weight lifting/gym rat thing for a few years and though it's helped me drop a lot of weight and generally remain healthy, I keep getting hurt. I started out hurt, actually, so it wasn't a real big surprise, but after a major hernia repair and subsequent reinjuries, my doc finally told me to find something else to do or risk irreversible issues.
I don't have to stop lifting, I just have to stop lifting heavy. Major exertion, deadlifting more than my body weight, constant grunting and straining. Doc suggested going the route of the cycling athlete, a good bit of riding, some moderate but not daily lifting. Sounded good, but bikes are expensive, so I've put it off. But then a friend of my wife comes along with an offer for a free secondhand bike that her husband no longer needs as he bought himself a nice new one. OK, cool. Why not. It's an inexpensive mountain bike, but it's in really good condition. Made my first ride today, maybe 8 or 10 miles on a paved bike trail along the river.
Started out well, was a lot of fun. The weather was really nice, the trees are flowering, felt really good to be out riding. But, at about the 4 mile mark, the seat started talking to me.
"Ya know, I really don't like you, fat ***. You're having too much fun and I think it's time to inflict a little agony".
:suspect:
Man, this thing is really starting to hurt. I better get off, take a rest, and have a look. Maybe there's an adjustment.
Looking under the seat I found no adjustment, but I did find a signature from the maker of the seat. Marquis de Sade.
The problem with riding five miles from home on a bike with a seat made by the Marquis de Sade is that you have to ride back, after the seat has lured you several miles from home under false pretenses. At one point I considered throwing the bike into a ravine and hitch hiking back. When I finally did make it back, I think I had an entirely new injury for my doctor to fret over, and I doubted there was a medical cure for it. That last couple of miles was pretty embarassing, with lots of stopping to scream, loud groans that flushed wildlife out of the woods, and a constant grimace that, at one point, prompted a young mother pushing one of those jogger/stroller things to do an about face and bolt away from me at a much faster pace than I was making on the bike from hell.
I inspected the seat thoroughly once I got home. Seems someone assumed that a .01 mm thick piece of vinyl stretched over a steel frame qualifies as Seat. Though I still do try to hold onto a little dignity, I will give in and immediately purchase one of those big wide heavily padded grampa seats and sport it about without reservation. That is, once I can manage to walk into the sporting goods store without looking like I just recently fell on a sword. May be a few days.