“Ouch!” was the first thing I thought as I attempted to liberate my new Brooks B17 saddle from its packaging, and once I had sorted out the bleeding from the small slice into my thumb (last time I try to use my Swiss army knife for that), and the solid leather saddle was attached to the bike, “ouch” came to mind again. For a while I think it’s going to be like when I first started riding a bike, getting used to sitting on a saddle: it should break in eventually, and I’m assured that it will be supremely comfortable when it does.
The new saddle finishes off a general overhaul of La Poderosa (named for the motorcycle in Che Guevara’s Motorcycle Diaries, with which it shares a similar rustic quality and ability to sort of do long journeys), meaning that I now have proper transport around Edinburgh once again. Apart from getting bicycle issues sorted, I’ve been recovering from the several month long marathon that has been essays, dissertation, exams, and election campaign. Finally it is all over and I can get on with pottering about, relaxing, and volunteering in Parliament. I am of course still on edge about the election as the results aren’t announced until tomorrow night. The polls looked reasonably good for us, with suggestions that we could get as many as eight MEPs. I can’t remember which poll said that, or how much it can be trusted though, so I don’t want to get too hopeful before it is announced.