“My bike is my best friend, but my bike seat can be a thorn in my side, specifically, a pain in my Sporty V. I ride road bikes for fun now, after years of competitive racing. When I first started racing I was warned: It’s a dangerous sport. It’s not a matter of if you crash; it’s a matter of when. But no one prepared me for the other, hidden dangers of cycling. [Cue ominous music.] The dreaded Sporty V. Seriously, there’s nothing worse. Most weekends you would find me racing, which meant 15-20 hours of weekly training, with an average ride of 2.5 hours—some weekend rides went 4 or 5 hours. That’s a lot of time perched on a hard carbon-fiber saddle the width of a small postcard. The last half hour of a long ride was mostly spent wriggling around from side to side, sliding from front to back and lifting up and down in an attempt to find a comfortable position—anything to relieve the pressure on Sporty V. Even a specially designed cutout seat—one favored by most male and female riders—didn’t always help me with the V blues.”

—Louise Keoghan TV Producer & Director

 

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Chapter Photos

Chapped labia majora and hood of the clitoris from cycling
Chapped labia majora and hood of the clitoris from cycling
Chapped labia majora and hood of the clitoris from cycling
Chapped labia majora and hood of the clitoris from cycling
Cycling tears at the base of the vagina
Cycling tears at the base of the vagina
Cycling tears at the base of the vagina
Cycling tears at the base of the vagina