In riding the iron ponies hither and thither across the urban plains of Japan, I'm one railroad cowboy who would just love to experience the singular pain of a real-life horsemen.
That being . . . saddle sores.
"I almost never get a seat," I gripe. "Sometimes I don't even get a commuter strap. Heck, sometimes I don't even get the space to plant both feet."
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