A somewhat disconcerting way to spice up the commute…
Accelerating hard, trying to maneuver around, through, and between Dallas traffic on this high-speed death-trap we call “Central Expressway” and *snap*, “WEEEEEEEE!” There goes the backrest.
DOES get your attention. I managed not to crash (at least too much) and even snagged the backrest before it bounced and slid its way to oblivion down the highway.
Exit the highway, find the nearest hapless pedestrian:
“QUICK! Where’s the nearest hardware store!!?”
Stunned bystander look. “UhWaaaa?”
“GRADE 8 BOLTS! I NEED GRADE 8 BOLTS NOW!”
*bystander points down the street*
A quick stop at a hardware store and TADAAA! Fixed.
A *great ride!
*good ride = “nobody died”
*great ride= “AND I can use the bike again”