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Lame/weird.

So I seriously need to get this bike tended to by a semi-professional. It makes so many weird noises.

And on my way to work this morning the seat snapped off. Oh yeah. So happy.

It's otherwise a pretty alright bike, really. It was some kinda top of the line something or other back a few years ago when my dad got it. Recently he upgraded and passed it along to me and it's--mostly--served me well.

Somehow between its age and all the bumps and accidents my dad and I have put it through, though, it's given me some cause for concern. Those rattling handlebars. The sticky breaks. The screwy gear changer things.

But I can honestly say I don't think I ever once suspected the *seat* to betray me like this. Sheared straight through the bolt. Crazy, man.
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