|Cambium, an exchange, see "cambio"; also the layer of active cells between xylem and phloem|
Anthropologists and archaeologists find dusty artifacts buried in the ground of long-gone civilizations, and from these artifacts derive the world that was. Or, not the world precisely, but rather the human image of the world as held in the minds of the people who fabricated the found objects. Such is the connection of mind to mind, even across thousands of years, that through studying a few scrapings on a stone, a few carvings on a chunk of wood, a few presses of a stylus into clay, a few dabs of paint on a wall, one might conceive the dreams of someone dead 5000 years ago.
The Brooks Cambium bicycle saddle, if discovered by some future archaeologist with even a hint of understanding of what bicycles were, who rode them, how, and why, will prove the point: it testifies to the project of crafting a fine interface layer between human and machine, one both durable and comfortable, effective yet invisible during its task.
|Close-up of the cotton covering, and the torx-secured fastener bearing the model name|
|The underside showing the suspended rubber saddle. It all comes apart with a torx driver, if you like.|
Adjusting it is interesting. After the first ride, I felt like moving it just a small amount further back would make it better (see photo below). This small adjustment did make a difference, and feels like just the right place to leave it for a while.
|I just want to move it back that much|
You ride far and fast to the Cambio, wanting to exchange daily cares and worries for flow and clarity. The girl behind the thick glass wearing an old-fashioned visor counts out the currency, taking out a huge cut, and hands you back a modicum of sacred sight. The shimmering edges of average objects indwelt by the ground of all being become apparent for a few moments, the cosmos and "now" turn inside out are and equally huge.
My face not far above the stem, my legs pedaling as hard and fast as they can, the sound of even breathing and the slight wavelike rocking side to side.
This saddle they find one day with the cotton cover well worn and its vulcanized body well used will testify: he rode as one imagining that someone would unearth this saddle one day, in some distant better future in which pure bright hierophanies would be as common as excellent bicycle rides on fine fall afternoons.
*The introductory thought was triggered by some passages in a book by Daniel Boscaljon, "Vigilant Faith: Passionate Agnosticism in a Secular World". For example, "The second type of testimony offered by things is as signs to the surrounding cultural world; this form of testimony is unique to equipment, and no sense of the world would be possible without the ability of things to embody the projects of humans."
**I paid for this saddle myself and received nothing in return for this post. See my blog disclaimer for more info about that if interested.