|So far.....so good.|
I decided that I wouldn't go all out and take this new stuff to Camp yet. I may have needed to tweak the saddle position, or the suspension settings, so going all the way to Camp just to potentially spend a bunch of time tweaking wasn't sounding like such a great idea.
So I headed off from the home base to hit George Wyth and see how things felt. On the way over, I felt pretty stretched out, but given that I hadn't hit good single track yet, I decided to wait before pulling out a wrench. Once I hit the trails, it felt pretty good, but I was still thinking of inching that saddle forward a bit. The suspension felt awesome though. No need to touch that.
The trails were now packed in a bit better after the recent rains. That made for excellent, fast riding. I was having fun out there. I went all the way back in to the new bits west of Alice Wyth Lake. Coming back over the itty-bitty arched bridge, then a bit further and....
|Rut-row! (click to enlarge)|
Fortunately I could remove the seat clamp and had a bit of the frayed, sharp ends of the carbon fiber sticking out. Enough to get a hold with if you had the proper tool. I happened to have "that" tool.
Going back to my last attempt at the Dirty Kanza 200, I stocked my Osprey Raptor 10 hydration pack with everything one might need to get back up and running from a mechanical in the remote Kansas countryside. I figured later that I may as well leave it all in there, as I often ride alone, and/or out in the remote Iowa countryside. One of the tools I packed was a small needle-nose Vise-Grip pliers. I did this for times a hex nut might get rounded off, or for bending a hangar back straight. This time it was useful for removing a severed seat post in a frame!
|Operation successful. The patient will survive!|
As it was, I had about a three inch deficit in saddle height, which was interesting to ride home! But, I did make it home, and all was well.
Okay, so as you may have been guessing by now, the next seat post I grab from the stash will not be a carbon fiber one! I'll stick with metal this time, thank you very much, and I'll be a bit more careful when re-mounting the bike next time. I feel pretty fortunate that I got away with this one with no physical injury and a way to repair the problem enough to get me back home. I also am really glad I was prepared for this, even though a broken seat post was the furthest thing from my mind when I stuck those pliers in my hydration pack.
That's why I was super stoked when I remembered I had that tool along with me. I guess it's true what is said sometimes- "You just never know...."