Some things are just cursed...

[malkin]

All's well that ends well--it just took some angst to get there.

Shop agreed to replace my saddle--sort of, because that color B18 isn't made anymore.
I indulged my obsessive-compulsive side to keep looking for it (I still look for the sunglasses that I lost at CDG airport 2 years ago. I don't know why.)
I found my saddle- weirdly wrapped in a bag in the garage.

So I was thrilled and sent an embarrassed and apologetic note to my LBS guy.
I figured he might be justifiably furious for all the fuss, but he sent a wonderful, --erm-- 'colorful' response indicating his relief.

I'm gonna be baking them bunches of cookies, and I have in mind some gift cards for the kid who checked the bikes in who seemed to be our suspect.

So, cookies for them; humble pie for us; all is right with the world, AND BEST OF ALL WE DON'T HAVE TO FIND A NEW LBS!!!

(the seat post is still a mystery)
(I still think the Bike Fridays are cursed. We need to do some kind of ceremony.)