I woke up this morning still drunk from a night of bike riding and binge-drinking through the streets of Melbourne. Twenty minutes before we’re due to hit the airport I decide it’s probably about time to pull the bike apart and pack it for the flight over. Good plan, until I round out the pissweak seat post binder bolt, which I happen to need to loosen to remove my seat and get my bike back home. The next half hour was spent swearing at inanimate objects and searching through BnC Mike’s tool box for things to get the damn thing off. In the end brute strength won the day and we ripped the post right out. Lucky I’m such a ripped dude and not a scrawny 60kg wimp. Once we returned to home soil a quick trip up the road sourced materials and things got serious. One hacksaw, a hammer, a screwdriver and an allen key later, all was fixed with minimal tears and no damage.
Little fucker…
