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Married to Night Train
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- Salford, UK
Riding home, I was behind a chap on a BSO. He had a rucksack with hi-vis cover, and a single LED light front and rear, so I didn't pay him much attention until we arrived at some lights which are at the bottom of a slight slope, and he filtered down the left, braking by dragging one feet along the kerb while standing on the offside pedal, looking slightly out of control - no rear brake at all that I could see (and definitely not a fixie).
Just as I was thinking "you wanna get some brakes mate", his saddle fell off!
I didn't laugh, honest. And I regret to say I didn't pull over and offer to help - I don't think any of my tools would have solved the problem, which appeared to be that the saddle body and cover had parted company from each other, and the seat post.
What I should have done was point him round the next corner to Bike Rescue. I'm sorry I didn't stop now. But really, he wasn't a yoof, he looked middle aged, he clearly understood the highway code with regard to red lights, and his own visibility in the dusk. Why didn't he at least have some brakes!?
Just as I was thinking "you wanna get some brakes mate", his saddle fell off!
I didn't laugh, honest. And I regret to say I didn't pull over and offer to help - I don't think any of my tools would have solved the problem, which appeared to be that the saddle body and cover had parted company from each other, and the seat post.
What I should have done was point him round the next corner to Bike Rescue. I'm sorry I didn't stop now. But really, he wasn't a yoof, he looked middle aged, he clearly understood the highway code with regard to red lights, and his own visibility in the dusk. Why didn't he at least have some brakes!?