Today is one of those days I do my commute twice. This morning, someone stopped next to me at some traffic lights and told me with much smugness that my saddle was too high. Instead of deflecting I'm afraid I bit. Told him he wasn't me and wasn't riding my bike. He was all 'well it is, I do know what I'm talking about, I'm quite the expert blah blah' so I told him not to patronise me. He said 'fine, if you want to damage your hips go ahead' (the cunt) so I'm afraid I told him to fuck off. He shot off when the lights changed and jumped a red to get away from me, so I suspect he was a bit peeved that I had sailed past him a few minutes previously.
But ffs
I mean, we all see people with their saddle too low or whatever, but you don't say anything unless it's a friend and you know you can give advice in a well meaning way -- and not at a red light approaching Old St roundabout ffs. Also, I'm not going to explain to a fucking random dickhead at a red light that I have my saddle tilted down at the front because it's a men's one and I have a clitoris to think about
So yeah, it does look too high from the back. But it's fucking not
I'm tall, you twat, I've got long legs and I'm not riding an upright like you so the configuration is different.
It's going to turn out to be someone off this thread isn't it
And I get to repeat the whole thing in an hour
Return journey was good, ftr. Cold and not sunny like on the way in, but lots of considerate cabbies