God my ass hurts: Brooks Day 10, 250 miles-ish

Wrinkles are starting to appear in the leather, although I'm starting to question the purpose of the copper rivets besides major style points. I swear I can feel them poking through my ass. Saw two cruiser style bikes down at Pike's Place Market yesterday that must have strayed from the Gay Pride Parade up on Cappy Hill this weekend. Pretty streamers adorned the bikes, along with the oldest looking Brooks saddles I've ever seen. They were the super wide models with the fat springs underneath. Tanned leather and sway-backed like a cowboy's saddle, they could have been used in Carson City circa 1875. I think Rosemary enjoyed their company.