Scott Ellis is an Ante-Post Favourite for our next Poetry Contest.
Way back in the mid 1980′s U.S. resident Scott Ellis bought himself a Brooks Professional. He proceeded to spend the following 25 years or so clocking up miles on it in all the usual ways – “Organized group rides, disorganized solo rides, Centuries…” – until recently, when a small crack in the leather began to deepen and spread between two rivets.
And since some time, in fact since the early 20th century, we have been collecting testimonials from our customers, many hundreds of which can be found here on our website.
He is coming to terms with the fact that he may possibly require a new top for the undercarriage, or even a second complete saddle, but to show that he bears no ill will, Scott has penned a few verses in tribute to the perch which has provided him with over a quarter of a century of special times on the roads and trails of northern California.
The Professional is still produced in it’s ’80s copper rivet configuration nowadays along with the occasional Limited Edition, often over recent years in colours other than Scott’s coveted chocolate tones. We trust that our current range will contain something that finds favour with him.
But enough shop talk! We’ll let Scott take up the story…
On A Bike Seat
“Gotta be tough to ride that saddle”
He said as we were on the road
“Not so tough, I lost the battle”
Said I and thereby broke the code.
Bones of steel and leather skin
I’ve had that seat for thirty seasons
New rides, but not the seat again
“Why” he pondered, “what’s the reason?”
It took a month of saddle time
To form this everlasting fit
We chafed painful flat and climb
Till it became my place to sit.
Hand in glove is truth by half
With use a glove is made a twin
“This seat” I told him with a laugh
“Truth be told it broke me in”