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Coming to Fruition

I eluded in the past to having several tidbits of new and exciting information coming to light in the near future, and one is all my saddle trial woes finally coming to fruition.  It has been a long process but last week my new saddle finally arrived and it absolutely did not disappoint.  I will ride in it a bit before I do an actual review, but in the mean time, meet my new child.  A fully custom calfskin padded Frank Baines Adagio.


Just for fun, this is the demo I tried on the left and my saddle on the right.  You can really spot the differences!

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