Volrus, in case you're not in on the joke, a Brooks saddle is like a big slice of petrified beef jerky that you stick on top of your seat post. Then, believers say, you must anoint its hard, unyielding surface with costly unguents, and keep pressing your tender underside against it, despite the pain. Miraculously, over the course of many months, the magic oils -- combined with body heat and gallons of bumsweat -- will force the torturous thing to take on the shape of your aching butt. At that point, it will be as comfy as your favorite easy chair and you will love it forever. Or so they say.