Despite the title of this post, the twenty mile sprint does not, in fact, exist. (And by sprint, I mean actually standing up and pedaling hard, the standing up part being key to this story.) Feel free to try if you want, but don't say I didn't warn you.
My saddle fell off 15 miles in to a 35 mile ride last Tuesday. So, I rode the remaining 20 miles with my saddle in my jersey pocket and the inability to sit down. Seemed like the logical thing to do.
Funny thing is, everyone on the ride seemed to think that I had a screw loose. Got a lot of comments like "I would have called my wife!" and "It fell off all the way back there?!?". To most of those folks, finishing the ride wasn't just an undesirable choice, but a non-choice.
But when you're used to doing adventure races your decision making might just be a little goofy compared to normal social standards. There may not have been a race director there telling me that it was time for the "riding without a seat" special challenge, but finishing out the ride not only seemed to make sense, I kind of looked forward to the challenge.
Maybe we do all kind of have a screw loose...
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