It was a round fabric bag about the size of an overstuffed cheeseburger, with a screw-on cap. Our well-meaning mom would fill it with ice cubes, and we’d clasp it to forehead for a headache or a bruise freshly acquired from the latest bike crash.
“Driving comfort” used to be an oxymoron. Anyone remember bench seats? Droning engines and hissing vent windows? The aching accelerator leg before the salvation of cruise control?
At Bucky, we believe that a pillow is such an individualized matter of comfort that nobody in a factory can really make the decisions about how it’s shaped and how it feels.
Have you ever used an eye pillow? Many who have, also commented that they would never have thought it would be something they wanted until they tried it.