Saddle Up to Hollister

My day started awefully early today- I've been dreading this trip for a year, but it had to be done- my vigil to Corbin, in Hollister.

I purchased my Corbin saddle, for Elliot, in 2001, and along with the purchase came the promise to restuff the saddle for free, for the first restuffing, when it needs it.  After 22K of riding, that saddle was killing my ass.  I could stand it no more.  Although the trek was only a hair over seventy miles, it always seems so long.

Since they opened at 6:30, the plan was to be there by eight o'clock.  It was too early to ask Emily to make me my morning coffee (on the weekends, she insists on personally grinding the beans immediately before brewing), so I made a stop by my neighborhood Peets, only to find a very long line waiting to order their drinks.  After half an hour, I was on my way.

The drive down was fast and uneventful- I drove in just after 8:30.  When I dropped off the saddle, I complained about the shitty customer phone service I had received over the past two weeks, never getting anyone to call me back, or commit to an answer as to what I should do, make an appointment in advance or do a drop-in.  She took me serious and began processing my work order immediately.

I stopped by the adjoining diner, while I was waiting for my saddle.  I sat at the counter and ordered a vegetarian omelette.  It was excellent!  It was probably the freshest omelette I've ever had at a restaurant, most definitely the hottest!  Service was very friendly and fast.

After breakfast, I trolled around the in-store museum for a bit, taking pictures of some of the great historical motorcycles they had on display.  Suddenly, the saddle was finished!  The entire process took just over an hour.  I thanked the woman at the counter, grabbed my saddle and off I went.