I broke my seat last week. I have no idea how it happened. I didn't even notice it until after a ride, when I looked at my bike and was like "hey, the seat's all tilted to one side." This makes two things apparent: that I am not the featured character in "The Princess And The Pea," and that the Performance knock off of the Selle Italia SLR has a rider weight limit lower than 170. The thing was actually pretty good while it lasted. It was light, had titanium rails and my junk didn't go night night sleep. Tomorrow I am taking a very richly deserved (says I) day off from work and go get my ass a new SLR. Then I'm going to break it in. Then I have to go to the dentist. Isn't my life absolutely compelling? I'm going white this time, and the real thing, so next week at Tradezone when I am posing for the camera instead of racing and then blowing up after one pull while Eddy Merckx sits on my wheel, I will be all the more stylish. Now that I know it's not discontinued. Don't really know why I thought that. For the past little bit, I have been rocking my old Selle Italia Flite Gel. The thing is a couch. I have kind of a narrow ass, this is not my ideal saddle.
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Being a master of epoxy, Dremel tools and parsimony, I have my saddle back. To celebrate I did the 10am loop and then the noon ride, which I'd never before done. Thursday is Mayor Day at Hains Points, which means huge crowds going fast. I was pretty darn tired from 45 hard miles (including my best ever 5 minute interval) by the time I got there, when I left I was smoked. But man was my butt singing like Jorg Jacksche in a Bundes Court Hearing, with the old faithful and heaps and gobs of A&D. I am also officially done with the Point. It just scares me. Little wonder. But it may be as cool as anything in the US that the mayor of a major city goes and bangs it out with a bunch of ego'd up chuckleheads on bikes during his lunch break in his fair city. DC is cool with me, I like it here.
My seat post is a Thompson Elite with set back. I guess it's pretty sweet. It's the only part of my bike that took it on the chin when I crashed last spring. It hit the sign post scant moments after my leg did. The seat post, in vast and profound contrast to my leg, was unscathed but for a small victory scar. When I bought my current frame I needed a new post since my old frame took a different diameter post, and the dude at the shop said the Thompson was the biz. I suppose it is. One thing that I did notice the other day, though, is that the Dura Ace seat post on my wife's bike gives way less of a fight when you change seats.
4 comments:
I broke my seat last week oh my...
Ten thousand pins and needles in my thigh...
I got a catalog today...
Replacements cost a hundred bucks they say...
Same old song. And you are right, Thomson is da bomb. And bombproof as well as light. If you were stuck in a zombie film and could have only one weapon, and it had to be a bicycle part, a Thomson elite post is what you'd want. The 400mm setback post, to be spacific. You could brain you some zombies with that. Or core sample them.
I guess there is one other alternative - a set of cantilever brakes, providing you could convince the zombies that they needed to get the brakes properly adjusted before they eat you to death. Getting cantilever brakes properly adjusted turns even the finest brains into quivering goo, so it should work pretty well to destroy the half-eaten mush brains of the undead.
Slow day at the office then, eh? The machining on these things is really nice. Maybe the zombies would be captivated by that? Speaking on zombies, you've seen Sean of the Dead, yes? And Hot Fuzz? Hilarious, both. Plus they've got the Brit quotient to keep the missus happy.
One thing is dead certain, if I had one bike part with which to do battle with a Hains Point sign pole, the Thomson is my biatch.
Shaun of the Dead - a rare thing. The spoof flick that far exceeds the quality of the genre it is taking the piss out of.
Naah, not a slow day. Just under quite a bit of pressure. Put the screws to me, get my adrenalin up, and I start to get real creative.
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