Thing no.25: Bicycle seat


I leave the pub to see someone across the street next to my bicycle. I realise that he is doing something to my wheel. I shout and run. He jumps on his bicycle and begins to peddle. At first I’m gaining on him but as he moves up through his gears he starts to pull away. I stop running and between breaths shout pointless swear words after him. His red blinking backlight grows smaller and smaller as he disappears into the darkness of the street.

I return to my bike. The wheel is ok but where the seat used to be there is now an open tube sticking up in the air. I have no choice but to ride my bicycle home remembering not to sit down.

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