*Or alternatively Fat Lad says dib dib dib, dob dob dob…..
On last nights very slippy but quite frankly more-fun-than-grown-men-and-women-should-be-allowed-to-have-whilst-clothed ride I splashed through the stream crossing and while putting out the enormous power of my thighs there was a satisfyingly loud crack as the folowing happened:
Now, we’d not been riding long and I didn’t fancy going back home standing all the way so it was time to root through the Camelbak to see what I had to hand:
Pump – nope
Shock Pump – oooh I’ve got a shock pump, I wondered where that had gone
Inner Tube – Yet to be sold on tubeless
Inner Tube 2 – We’ll, I’ve got two Wheels
Inner Tube 3 – Can’t be too careful
Granola Bar – Tasty but not useful
Saddle – Useful
Zip Ties – Ahh those might work…
“Hang on a minute. A saddle!” One of my fellow pootlers cried…
“Oh yeah that’ll do it…”Â
Now, my camelback does have a reputation for having everything but the kitchen sink in there, but even I normally don’t carry a saddle with me. The specialized one had started to creak and groan a bit a few rides previous and I didn’t want to risk the CVMBC on it, so I stuck the stock granite one in 🙂
I’m thinking about folding frames now for some strange reason though…
Fat Lad
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