So, I'm on my way to work this morning. Jeff is in the lead, me in the middle, and Dave bringing up the rear. We are crossing 2700 west when I hear "crack" and feel myself falling backwards off of my bike! Thankfully my feet were clipped in, so when I pulled on the handlebars I was able to right myself instead of tumbling backwards into Dave's path! I pulled over, and this is what I find:
That's right, my seat post broke off! Here's a closer look:
So I send the boys off to catch the train, and I stand up and ride back home. What a pain! I do feel lucky, however. If I hadn't been clipped in, or if I hadn't been able to catch myself, not only would I have hit the street in a most painful way, but Dave would then have ran over me since he was right behind me!
Now I have to try to get that post replaced today so I have a way to get to work tomorrow without having to wake LeAnn up at 4:30 like I did today. (Sorry, Liomsa)
Well, I guess it could have been worse. It could have broken when I was 50 miles from home on the Century ride.
-PB
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