A Close Shave !

[url=http://www.bikeradar.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=19631345#p19631345]Zak3737[/url] wrote:

Forgive me, just curious.....

I'm still finding that after riding, up to 45/50miles, and wearing reasonably good DHB padded bibs, my nether regions are still getting a little tender by the time I finish. Not raw, just a bit uncomfortable.
I'm using a Charge Spoon saddle, which I find comfy, it's more I think a case of friction over the ride.

Just got some Chamois Creme too, which I tried yesterday, but can't say I noticed it significantly better in all honesty.

So - the question is - do many of you cyclists have a close shave 'down there' , and keep everything nice & smooth ?!

here's one thing not to shave.

Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you
may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having
trouble shitting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of
technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans
were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It
led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but
unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually
I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to
pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing
the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I
was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all
the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed
threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a
bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just
eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!"
I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of
other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General
Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now
has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving
idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel
to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I
began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have
to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by
wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to
resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one
last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My
ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God
created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed
it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one,
it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the
sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to
sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in
my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding
past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and
wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit-
molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my
cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made
my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a
swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from
jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally
reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a
pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my
ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled
the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room.
Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the
ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face.
I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks
spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the
tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought:
"It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I
discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to
launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with
no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a
frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has
ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as
stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what
I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I
just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get
it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!