Seat comes off. No broken hearts, thank God. That could very well have been the result if it had come off mid-descent!
Thankfully, Big Chase; Dixon and Matt were able to find all the bits and pieces and put me back on the bike again. Whilst the fiddly bits were being taken care of, Dixon shared the story of the night on top of Ventoux, when munchies needed satisfying. A difficult thing to do in the middle of nowhere at midnight – and yes, Rob came to the rescue yet again.
At this point, I did think Matt was going to ride the other way in dismay. Fortunately, he saw the funny side. I think.
And leave the heroics to Jens and Kurt!