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Now I know that this one seems to be lacking the last image...and almost appropriately so...although the thumbnail showed bits of it, the story is much better than an image of me pointing to a seat with sheered bolt mounts could ever hold sway to...

the fast of it all is I was silly into a left hand sweeper, chasing the General Lee (or ghost thereof), with me arse and knee off to the side, when the bike took a decided jolt from a concave curve in the asphalt which had me knee smacking the ground (thank the gods for full leathers and hard armor), whilst the force had me and the bike doing the tango, the mounting brackets ripped from the seat bolts, and left me holding the seat under me arse with squeezed legs and decided pucker factor vacuuming for good measure...and that folks is a tale that does not need image at all...only the recognition that is was another GREAT ESSCAPE (from many things indeed)...!!!!!!!!!!!!...

**as an aside note, Ted from Sport Cycle fame has now expertly fixed the Duc's arse end, and I have the ability to cook it with gas again...ESSCAPE indeed!!!!!