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Dane Buson
Guest
I was coming into work today, leaving a little late, but still in a
decent amount of time to make my first meetings. Having crossed the
I-90 bridge and descended the hill over the lid park, I crossed onto the
MUP and took a seat.
Or rather, tried to. A snapping sound from my seat and a mild cuff on
my nether regions followed. Thankfully, my Carradice SQR bag kept my
saddle from fully tilting all the way back and acted as a secondary
seat. [1] I slowed the bike rather quickly to a stop and checked to
make sure I hadn't done any grievous injury to the seat of my pants.
After a brief pause for reflection[2], I gathered up the loose pieces of
my seatpost, and the broken bolt (sheared in half about four threads
from the top). After stuffing the various pieces into my bag, I headed
to work again. [3]
One of my coworkers was kind enough to drive me up to the LBS to get a
replacement. I was to be sadly disappointed. Wandering back to the
service area, it took a while to get their attention. At first I
thought he was servicing the bike of the guy in front of me. Later I
realized he was simply having a conversation about how *great* Ksyrium
wheels were and some other weight weenie components.
After realizing I had a broken bolt, and it was for the seatpost mount,
*not* the binder, they just looked me blankly and said "we don't have
any of those". I don't expect much from Performance, but that's pretty
poor even for them. A quick trip to Lowes later, I was still sans bolt,
as the type of metric bolts I needed stop at 35mm, and I needed at least
40mm.
I guess I'll stop at a real bike shop after I cross the lake.
http://www.frappr.com/seattlebikeshops
[1] Unexpected reason about #5 I love my Carradice bag.
[2] Did I mention it hurt?
[3] About 5 miles.
--
Dane Buson - [email protected]
"Washington could not tell a lie; Nixon could not tell the truth;
Reagan cannot tell the difference." - Mort Sahl
decent amount of time to make my first meetings. Having crossed the
I-90 bridge and descended the hill over the lid park, I crossed onto the
MUP and took a seat.
Or rather, tried to. A snapping sound from my seat and a mild cuff on
my nether regions followed. Thankfully, my Carradice SQR bag kept my
saddle from fully tilting all the way back and acted as a secondary
seat. [1] I slowed the bike rather quickly to a stop and checked to
make sure I hadn't done any grievous injury to the seat of my pants.
After a brief pause for reflection[2], I gathered up the loose pieces of
my seatpost, and the broken bolt (sheared in half about four threads
from the top). After stuffing the various pieces into my bag, I headed
to work again. [3]
One of my coworkers was kind enough to drive me up to the LBS to get a
replacement. I was to be sadly disappointed. Wandering back to the
service area, it took a while to get their attention. At first I
thought he was servicing the bike of the guy in front of me. Later I
realized he was simply having a conversation about how *great* Ksyrium
wheels were and some other weight weenie components.
After realizing I had a broken bolt, and it was for the seatpost mount,
*not* the binder, they just looked me blankly and said "we don't have
any of those". I don't expect much from Performance, but that's pretty
poor even for them. A quick trip to Lowes later, I was still sans bolt,
as the type of metric bolts I needed stop at 35mm, and I needed at least
40mm.
I guess I'll stop at a real bike shop after I cross the lake.
http://www.frappr.com/seattlebikeshops
[1] Unexpected reason about #5 I love my Carradice bag.
[2] Did I mention it hurt?
[3] About 5 miles.
--
Dane Buson - [email protected]
"Washington could not tell a lie; Nixon could not tell the truth;
Reagan cannot tell the difference." - Mort Sahl
clip) I don't expect much from Performance, but that's
