Pussy Torture

No.
Not like that.
Perverts!

It is that bike thing...  I love my new bike.  Love it.  I love the feeling I get when I'm cruising around under my own power.  I like it when the sun is shining and the air is fresh and cool.  It is wonderful.

Our unusually warm weather has made it possible for us to get some riding done -- even in these February days. There's just this one problem.  Now that my shoulder is healed up, I am able to ride longer.  Or, I would be able to ride longer if I could figure out what to do when I can't stand the "pussy torture" any more.  At about an hour, the girl parts are starting to scream, and I am convinced that I have oozing blisters in places that we don't want to talk about...

The bike is equipped with a high quality saddle that has lots of padding.  It is supposed to be super comfortable.  I hate to think what super uncomfortable saddles must be like!

I have fancy bike shorts and some sort of friction reducing cream stuff called "Chamois Butter," but neither one seems to help.

I am going to adjust the tilt on the saddle.  Maybe more back-tilt will help take some of the pressure off.  I just don't know.  Failing that, it may be time to go on the hunt for a more female-friendly bicycle seat -- because this kind of pussy torture isn't doing it for me.

Sue (swan)