The Day My Bike Seat Was Stolen

Those darn rascally kats are at it again, they’ve gone and hijacked the seat of my bicycle, which I loved very much for sitting upon while riding through town. I don’t know yet what it costs to get a new seat, but I think I’m going to hold off on making a purchase and see if maybe a ransom note shows itself.

I arrived at roughly 7:30 in the morning at the bike rack in front of a favorite pub of mine, to find the seat to my bicycle missing. A dastardly deed, indeed! (The stealing of my seat, not me finding my bike that way.) It made for a slow walk home, which was much different than the brisk walk I’d had to gather my bike, and much much slower than the ride I would have had home had my bike been functional. The problem being, that in stealing the seat they also stole the post, which I found out was a very necessary part to keeping the rear rack/basket set in place. Without the seat post, the rear rack/basket would swing backward and drag on the ground. So I had to hold these things in place while walking the bike home.

It definitely is not the end of my biking dreams, but kind of a bummer, to say the least. I’ll hoof it around the grid for a few days over the next couple weeks until I feel comfortable coming to terms with a new seat. Every dollar I spend on a new seat is one more dollar I won’t be spending to save the the lives of many starving children around the world. Think about that, you bike vandals, if you’re out there reading this!

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