Lately I’ve been working on hampering down to log more miles and spend more time in the saddle. For those unfamiliar with long bike rides, things can get slightly uncomfortable in very sensitive areas, especially after miles and miles of friction and hours and hours spent sitting on a piece of rubber and plastic that most people wouldn’t be able to fathom sitting on for more than a minute.

How do you solve that discomfort? Chamois cream! (pronounce sham-ee, for those who are not too hip on their french pronunciation)

So I went ahead and brought some cream. DZ Nuts Bliss Women’s Chamois Cream to be specific. The interesting thing about this product was that it was women’s specific. I mean, our bikes may not be built that differently from a man’s, but our physique down there is no where close. I’m curious to see how the two would vary.

At first I was skeptical. How could cream really help my riding? Figured I’d wait and see.

A couple of days later, it had arrived. Opening the packaging just gave me a chuckle. The instructions were sexually suggestive and made an unglamorous product rather fun. Cyclists can be raunchy. Luckily, DZ Nuts figured this out and planned appropriately. Luckily, there was only a slight tingling sensation which actually felt more like a clean tingling sensation. Sounds gross, but hey, this is a review for cream you put on your butt, not for something glamorous. Most importantly, it didn’t feel gooey and it didn’t sting or smell. Delightful. Time for the two hour ride test.

Riding didn’t feel too much different. A little more wiggle room for movement, but that was the only thing really noticeable at first. I did notice however, that when the hour and a half mark hit I wasn’t lifting my butt out of the saddle every few minutes to rest i miei derriere. At two hours, I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Success.

So bottom line is, while its not going to make you go faster, you’ll sure feel more comfortable while you try to.

As a side note. Frigg you Amazon. You’ve got me again. One-click will be the death of my checking account. That’s all.