Butts are like feet -- not all made to fit the same last. One guy says the seat rocks, the other guys says the seat sucks; they're both right. The only guy who's wrong never gave his seat a chance. This fact makes it impossible to manufacture a seat which is comfy for everyone. This is true for every model bike you get. It is in no way unique to the Versys LT. Hear the same on every model's forum.
Me, I rode across country on the stock seat with a sheepskin. But then, I've never sat on a Sergeant that I liked. Nope, nor a Corbin either. Had a bike with a Russell which was good enough to put up with, but I'd never spend as much as it takes to get one. The one thing you can say with certainty is that the more a guy pays for his custom seat the more he brags how good it is. And about half those guys never put any time & patience into breaking in their OEM seat and their own butt before slapping down major coin so as to have something to brag on.
I say give the stock seat an eight hour ride out, and then likewise back. Hop across your state to Asheville, maybe camp at the Blue Ridge Motorcycle campground. Ride on back to Avon. Then decide. Might not need anything.
Or you might not need much. A simple sheepskin helps with heat. Medical sheepskins meant to prevent bedsores are cropped in such a way as to allow more air flow. And they are washable. Bead Riders sheds rain, so they're good. AirHawks feel a bit squiishy to me. Silk boxers and a dash of Gold Bond are usually all I need.
Closest I came to buying a custom seat was my Indian Scout. Came a small leather bucket, a solo seat. But then I took a 900 mile trip, and what I discovered is that all it really needed was broke in to fit my butt, like the way you break in a baseball mitt... you pound on it. Same's true of your butt. Got to break that in too. Ever since, I love that seat.
I play handball. Gonna go down to the Y this morning, in fact. When you first start handball, it hurts your hand. After you've been doing it three weeks that goes away. After you've been pounding that ball for years, you don't even feel it.
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