Dang, I knew I shouldn't have said that.

Whilst riding over the Story Bridge tonight on the way home my seat bolt snapped. There's no way to stop on this bridge, and anything that falls off the bike is gone for good (I've already lost a radio to this bridge). Fortunately, I not only had the presence of mind to lift my butt to avoid any overly intimate contact with the seat post, but I somehow held onto the seat between my thighs and kept it there until I could coast to a spot where I could stop. After removing the post and putting all the bits in my pannier I went on my way sans-seat. It was kind of fun lanesplitting down Shafston Ave. sitting on my rack.

Fortunately there's a bikeshop on my way home. Unfortunately it was shut when I got there. Fortunately the owner was still there and let me in. After realising that I'd lost the bottom part of the clamp, he found me a new seatpost in the right size for only $30, and I was on my way again.

Sheesh