I headed to the 1/2 mile bike oval tonight for a 40 mile tempo ride, but to my surprise I decided to call it quits about 25 miles in. As I pushed around the oval at 25mph I felt something that didn't feel quite right under my rear. I pulled over, and here's what I found.


Yes you're seeing it right. I was bouncing all over the place because my seat is broken. Now I'm just wondering how long it's been like this and how long it's gone unnoticed. I highly doubt that it happened tonight, because I wasn't riding tough at all, and didn't hit any famous Pittsburgh Pot-Holes. I wonder if it was like this for IM Placid. Regardless, I hope I can find a replacement in time for my next big race (or my 70 mile ride this weekend).


So the tradition continued on the highway. Since I was born my dad has been posting messages on his billboard sign on Route 30. Yes, my dad is Bob and he owns an auto repair shop "Bob's Service Center" in Irwin (just incase you're looking for a good mechanic to fix your car). Click the link, and give him a call.


Over the weekend Jen's brother and wife brought over little Marty. It's amazing how fast he's growing. He'll start walking soon, and I'm sure two wheels won't be to much longer.