Extra Large Bike Seat


Extra Large Bike Seat

extra large bike seat

    extra large

  • a garment size for a very large person


  • A bicycle or motorcycle
  • motorcycle: a motor vehicle with two wheels and a strong frame
  • bicycle: a wheeled vehicle that has two wheels and is moved by foot pedals
  • bicycle: ride a bicycle


  • A sitting place for a passenger in a vehicle or for a member of an audience
  • A thing made or used for sitting on, such as a chair or stool
  • a space reserved for sitting (as in a theater or on a train or airplane); "he booked their seats in advance"; "he sat in someone else's place"
  • show to a seat; assign a seat for; "The host seated me next to Mrs. Smith"
  • The roughly horizontal part of a chair, on which one's weight rests directly
  • be able to seat; "The theater seats 2,000"

extra large bike seat – Large Wide

Large Wide Size Sofa Gel Comfort Style Bike Seat
Large Wide Size Sofa Gel Comfort Style Bike Seat
This is the Largest Bike Seat available. Not to soft and not to firm but just right to make those long rides more comfortable. Has bottom coil springs to help cushion the ride.

The comfortable, “sofa-sized” Lycra bicycle saddle is the largest bike saddle SunLite offers, measuring 11.5-by-12.5-inches (W x D). Elastomer spring suspension provides optimal impact absorption and long life, and a vented anatomic design provides optimal airflow and a custom fit that relieves pressure on sensitive areas and reduces fatigue, even on long rides.

Royal Mail bicycles @ Coggeshall

Royal Mail bicycles @ Coggeshall

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Coordinates: 51°52?18?N 0°41?29?E? / ?51.8717°N 0.6913°E? / 51.8717; 0.6913

Coggeshall shown within Essex
Population 3,919[1]
OS grid reference TL853226
District Braintree
Shire county Essex
Region East
Constituent country England
Sovereign state United Kingdom
Postcode district CO6
Dialling code 01376
Police Essex
Fire Essex
Ambulance East of England
European Parliament East of England
UK Parliament Braintree
List of places: UK • England • Essex

Coggeshall is a small market town of 3,919 residents (in 2001) in Essex, England.

Situated between Colchester and Braintree on the Roman road of Stane Street (Remains of the Roman road with its drainage aqueducts are still there in the Chapel inn’s beer cellar today). and intersected by the River Blackwater, it is known for its almost 300 listed buildings and formerly extensive antique trade.

Many local businesses, such as the White Hart Hotel and the Chapel Inn (The Chapel Inn became a legally licensed premises in 1554).have been established for hundreds of years.

A market has been run every week on Market Hill since 1256, when a charter to do so was granted by Henry III.

Coggeshall won the Essex Best Kept Village award in its category in 1998 and 2001–03; it was named the Eastern England & Home Counties Village of the Year in 2003.[2]

The meaning of the name Coggeshall is much debated.

Different pronunciations and spellings have been used throughout its history and many theories as to the name’s origin have arisen.

The earliest mention of the name is in a grant from around 1040 where it is called Coggashael.

The Domesday Book from 1086 addresses the town as Cogheshal and it is mentioned elsewhere as Cogshall, Coxal and Gogshall. Beaumont brought together several theories in his 1890, A History of Coggeshall, in Essex.

Weever 1631 wrote about a monument found on ‘Coccillway’ (pronounced Cocksill way), thought that Coccill was a lord of the area in Roman days and a corruption of the name lead to Coggeshall

Dunkin thought that it was a concatenation of two Celtic words – Cor or Cau with Gafael, enclosure hold; or Coed and Caer or Gaer, camp in a wood, ‘Cogger’, the person owning this camp may have had a hall therefore Coggershall.

Beaumont largely rejects this as far fetched conjecture.

Philip Morant opined that the name was a corruption of Cocks-hall, with the seal of the Abbey featuring three cockerels.

This may also be supported by Beaumonts suggestion that the first parish church, like the current one, was dedicated to Saint Peter, and the Cockerel was used as a sign of this dedication.

Beaumont also reasons that the name may have come from the red coloured shurb, the Coccus, whose colour is pronounced Coch and many Ancient Britains had names related to colours.

Margaret Gelling associated the name with the landscape in which the town is situated, claiming that hall comes from Anglo-Saxon halh, meaning a nook or hollow, thus rendering the name as ‘Cogg’s nook’, corresponding to Coggeshall’s sunken position in the 150-foot contour line.[3]

There are several towns throughout Britain with similar names: Uggeshall, Cockfield, Cogshull, Cogges, Coxhall Knoll. Part of the Parish was known as Crowland, the Parish of Crowland in Lincolnshire has an area within it called Gogguslands. Coggeshall has been called Sunnydon, referenced in 1224 as an alias for the town.[4]


Coggeshall dates back at least to an early Saxon settlement.

There is evidence of a Roman villa or settlement before then and the town lies on Stane Street, which may have been built on a much earlier track.

Roman coins dating from 31 BC to AD 395 have been found in the area and Coggeshall has been considered the site of a Roman station mentioned in the Itineraries of Antoninus.[5]

Coggeshall is situated at a ford of the River Blackwater, part of another path running from the Blackwater Valley to the Colne Valley.

Where these paths crossed a settlement started.

The area around Coggeshall has been settled since the Mesolithic period.[6]

The town’s sign depicts a Cistercian farming sheep at the abbey.

On the other side is a weaver by his loom.

Coggeshall is mentioned in the Domesday Book as Cogheshal.

The Manor of Coggeshall was owned by a Saxon freeman named Cogga, and at the time of its entry there was "a mill; about 60 men with ploughs and horses, oxen and sheep; woodland with swine and a swineherd, four stocks of bees and one priest". William the Conqueror gave the Manor to Eustace, the Count of Boulogne.[6]

The modern history of Coggeshall begins around 1140 when King Stephen and his queen Matilda, founded a large Savigniac abbey with 12 monks from Savigy in France,[7] the last to be established before the order was absorbed by the Cistercians in 1147.

Matilda visited the Abbey for the last time in 1151 and asked for the Abbot’s ble

rural reality

rural reality
I’d been on the road for three weeks. A supposedly four day trip down to Xishuangbanna had stretched to twice that as I’d found I liked the weather and pace of life there a little too much. While down there, I had found out about Yuanyang, then when there, been told to check out Jianshui. Though I had planned to be in Dali or Lijiang by now, I also knew early Spring up there meant long sleeves and jeans, so here I still was in little visited South-Eastern Yunnan, happily being distracted and not having spoken English for several days now. I’d already veered far enough off my original plans that I might as well veer a little further before going back to Kunming and on to Dali. And that further place was to be Luoping.

Though it is possible to cross the barren stone-studded farmland of Eastern Yunnan from Gejiu to Luoping in a day, I opted for an overnight stop in the small town of Luxi. This allowed me an extra morning in Gejiu to stock up on cups of coffee and surf the internet from a decent connection before heading back into uncertain waters. As it turned out, Luxi was a large town, and while it may not have had coffee, it did definitely have internet, and I was able to continue my fruitless search for tangible information regarding Luoping, before turning in for an early night.

I left Luxi at 7.30am and arrived in the town of Luoping three hours later, with very little information about the place other than the photos of karst-mountains amid yellow seas of oilseed rape that I had seen on Flickr. What was most evident though, was that I had arrived two weeks too late for the flowers, the odd spray of yellow amid the calm seas of green the only hint of any spectacle having occured. Still, I was determined not to make it a wasted trip. I was of course approached by touts trying to sell me a seat on an all inclusive bus tour of Luoping’s tourist sites, but I am allergic to such affairs. I did however, manage to find a half-decent map of the area, and located Golden Rooster Hill, the site where 90 percent of the photos seemed to have been taken from.

A half-hour bus ride brought me to the base of the hill, right by the recently built Kunming to Nanning motorway. The view was definitely good, but I couldn’t help but feel that it’d be equally good from a thousand other places nearby too, preferably places away from the motorway. Nonetheless, I began asking the people standing by the motorway, beekeepers from the village selling local honey, about accomodation and restaurants. They laughed and shook their heads. One of the beekeepers was willing to rent me a bed in a damp room for 10 yuan though, and then said in an almost impenetrably thick accent that buzzed occasionally as if he might have been keeping bees in his throat, that he might have a friend who might have a bike for hire. The beekeeper neither looked nor sounded like the sort of person who can make things happen, but his mannerisms suggested an intelligence that betrayed his appearance, and I followed him into the village as he chatted away on his mobile phone. Perhaps coming here wasn’t such a waste of time after all.

He took me to his house, I dumped my big rucksack, and off we went on the back of a motorised cart for about a kilometer through the village to a house at the far end where I was going to check out this bike. We were greeted excitedly at the gate, but as we walked through into the back yard of his friend’s house, I realised from the expression on the beekeeper’s face that he hadn’t actually seen the bike before either. Even new, it wasn’t really what I’d had in mind, but in its current state I’d have been lucky to make it back up the hill to the beekeeper’s house, never mind go off-road and explore the surrounding countryside. The friend apologised to the beekeeper, the beekeeper apologised to me, and I apologised to both of them. The beekeeper shrugged, and we both went back to his house to get my big rucksack.

He told me the government are planning to build a hotel complex at Golden Rooster Mountain next year. Things would change then, he said. We went back to the motorway and I waited for the next bus back to Luoping Town. The beekeeper insisted that I try some of his produce, sweet pseudo-medicinal snacks made from organic honey, which of course was made from genetically modified flowers. Apparently the village sends several boxes a week 400 km away to markets in Kunming. They were good, so good in fact that just as I was about to buy some for myself, the bus came, and not knowing when the next would come, I had to go. For some reason, I didn’t even get a photo.

Back in Luoping I began looking for places to rent a mountain bike, but all I found was a hot lunch and a cold beer. I went back to the bus station, thinking that I’d be better to go anywhere than remain in Luoping for the rest of the afternoon. For a minute I contemplated just jumping on an overnight bus to Guiyang, the capital city of neighbouring Guizhou prov