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Emergency lighting

It's dark now when I get back to Didcot station, and it's a mile and a half from the station to home. I rather foolishly lost my very expensive (but pretty old) Exposure Joystick front light on the train on Friday. I think it came off the folded Brompton when I threw it on the luggage rack, but I didn't notice until I was outside the station to go home.


So I dug out one of our old front lights to use on Tuesday, but when I put batteries in it it didn't work. 


But I carry a small torch in my bag, so if I could get that to sit in the (now redundant) light bracket that I still had, I'd still be legal. Only problem was, it was too small for the bracket. 

Cue a moment of brilliance from one Clarkie:

Temporary lighting

That's a sanitary towel. Yup. 

Well. It got me home?!



Alas, poor Brooks...

Yesterday Clarkie and I went to a fabulous day celebrating women and bikes in Oxford, a day put together by the Broken Spoke Cooperative in Oxford. It was great, although so many of the questions and problems seemed so very similar to the questions and problems that I hear all the time around women in tech and that was a smidge disappointing. Still, it was a fab day. 

Right up until we went back to get our bikes. Sadly, my saddle and seatpost had been stolen. I went back to the Broken Spoke, unsure about whether or not they sold parts to get me home, and got an unfortunate response from one of the mechanics so I ended up cycling a mile or so out to Beeline Bikes instead. They were awesome, sold me a new seatpost and found an old saddle of a broken bike that they didn't even charge me for.

I'm in the very fortunate position that this doesn't really cause me any financial hardship at all. I can go out and replace my saddle without having to even think twice (and in fact I still have the Specialized Body Geometry that I replaced with the Brooks). I'm also busy feeling very grateful that it was just the seatpost and saddle, because replacing my Surly would have hurt. But it was a Brooks saddle, with 8 years and upwards of 10 000 miles of breaking in, and the thought of having to start from scratch all over again is making me sad. 

There are a few material things in life that get better the longer you have them. Things like jeans are at their very best just before they fall apart and you have to find a new one. My Brooks saddle is one that had just quietly, slowly and gentle reshaped itself until it was a perfect fit. Further wear would just have improved it, so long as I kept waxing it periodically, giving it a little gentle TLC.

Still, what's done is done. My saddle is now someone else's, and I shall just have to make sure I get some miles in on the new one soon.