I’d been thinking about spicing up my latest bicycle–in New Orleans we like our bikes to be very spicy. Before, my seat was generic black and real bummer. So I pulled out a scrap of canvas and some paint and got to work!
The key to keeping your bad-ass accessories from getting jacked in the Quarter is to put your name all over it, real big.
The construction of the cover took only a few minutes. I spent a while painting it though. I sewed the top and sides, then stapled it to the bottom of the saddle.
I topped it off with a few coats of clear sealant. When I ride with a skirt, the saddle rubs my thighs, but that’s the case with any seat. The design hasn’t worn off at all. I’ve also decorated my basket with some beads I got down on Bourbon last weekend. People have tracked me down in the city by recognizing my bike seat!