After a couple of days on the new bike, I have only one thing to say. My ass (actually the top of my thighs right before they connect on the place where a Barbie doll has smoothness and leg holes) is fucking sore.

I spent part of the evening searching out saddle bruising. Google brings back a link to Lesbian Life at About.com. I figured SCORE, I shall learn from athletic young women peddling before me. For the life of me, I can’t find the words I search, though. I dd learn about some lesbian dating etiquette, though, so there’s that.

Hopefully, my sensitive, tender and unbelievably sweet ass will adjust. The bike shop did adjust it a bit today.

My commuting fantasy is enriched by the speed and lightness of my new steed. But, the butt pain has got to end.