THE PERFECT SEAT… FROM AN UNLIKELY SOURCE

I’ve found the perfect seat. Or, at least, I’ve found the perfect seat for my bony ass. It’s positively exquisite. Just the right shape with a nice “dish” to the seating area, a width that’s an ideal fit for my narrow butt, and outer edges that cup my lower buttocks like the hands of, well, let’s not go there.

Better yet, even though its tractorlike convex shape coddles said , it doesn’t necessitate any of those awkward scoot-up-and-pivotmy-pelvis routines that overly sculpted Gold Wing and Russel Day Long seats require every