I ventured to Farmville for a few days during my spring break (exotic, eh?). Not too long into my first (and only) ride beyond the parking lot, I stopped to lower my seatpost a touch and with my brute strength (or sheer stupidity, you decide) I stripped the bolt on my seatpost collar. The ride back was much what I would imagine riding a KDR with a swiveling bar stool for a saddle to be like; an interesting experience, really.