Wooohooo! Tara bought me a B17 for my birthday. Nice. Finally can retire the old special edition turbo. Fucking thing was giving me saddle sores everytime I rode. Holes wearing in the leather. Gonna be fun getting this saddle to form to my ass.
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dude, i wish you would leave all this potty mouth talk of "forming to my ass" off your blog. i'm trying to ween myself of interweb distractions such as ass talk. i come here looking for talk of ss's and beer; not your ass.
you could've stopped at "i got a new brooks" but no, you gotta throw that phrase, "forming to my ass" in there. figures.
we are all struggling for hits on our blogs. but you've stooped to a new low Mr. Mason. gratuitous descriptions of inanimate objects yeilding to the force of your nether regions is just too much.
i don't know what else to say, but i'm man enough to admit in front of God, George Bush, and everyone else that i really really wish i was that new brooks saddle of yours.
and how i wish you were my saddle big boy.
ss and beer? ya i'm riding 'em and drinking 'em, but not just writing about 'em.
here's something you can probably appreciate, ridden up and down far west on the fixxie a couple times now. last time down i dropped my chain. exciting.
I am totally addicted to brooks saddles. Just got a new bike and transfered my trusty b-17 to it, felt like home.
Hope you save the worn one so future generations can recreate you from your ass print.
i've started saving all old bike parts in a box. i have no idea what i'm saving them for, but maybe i can pile em up, glue em together, and sell it as art
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