A neighbor gave me a gt Palomar something like twenty five years ago.
It was way too small for me but I worked it into rotation as a commuter. Of course I had to jack the saddle way high with a lot of seatpost exposed. I was young and stupid and thought, “no biggie. It’ll be fine.”
One day I’m flying down worth st. on my way home from work when I feel the clamp on the seatpost snap!
I, very luckily, jump right off in the middle of bombing down the street, land on my feet and tumble to a crash.
To my utter shock and surprise, I managed to not spear myself on the seatpost as well as survive tumbling into speeding traffic.
I thanked my lucky stars above and vowed NEVER to be so stupid as to do anything like that again.
Imagine if I hadn’t jumped up off of there. I woulda been impaled on that seatpost...