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!

The Day My Bike Seat Was Stolen was first posted to justinll.com on March 27, 2008.