Wen I was 18, and heading off to college, I decided that I needed a 10-speed to get around campus. Johnny, Wes and Jimmy all had one, so I didn't want to be left out.
At that time, there was a bicycle repair shop/used bike shop in a little shack behind the Ford dealer. The guy who owned was a crusty old guy who bought bikes and yard sales and auctions, then fixed them up for repair. In those pre-eBay days, that was how it was done.
So, I went to the little shack and told the guy what I was looking for, and how much money I had to spend.
"Got whutcha need," he said, and went to the back of the shop. He returned with a red Triumph 10-speed, the same level bike as a Raleigh Grand Prix, with cottered cranks and chromed steel wheels. And, it still had the original Brooks B-17 on the seat pin.
I paid him the princely sum of $30.00 (this was 1979, thirty bones was a pretty good chunk of change, when the minimum wage stood at $2.15/hour), and left.
I rode that bike a lot, especially Freshman Year, and everyone was appalled at my seat. That was a time when the leather saddles were considered passe', and everyone wanted the padded plastic versions. But, I like my Brooks, and I loved the way it looked, too.
After I got out of school, I didn't ride for a few years, and the bike was stored away. In my late-20s, I came back around to pushbikes, and bought my first mountain bike. Not long after that, I went and got the Triumph out of the shed. Imagine my disappointment when I saw the Brooks saddle, curled up like an autumn leaf and completely useless!
It was years before I got another one...