I packed up at a decent time and was about to head out for a quick ride through the trails by the lake before continuing on home, when while fiddling with my saddlebag I saw something drop from by bike to the ground. It was one of my saddle rails! I had bend my saddle some time in the past and had to bend it back straight. And now the metal fatigue gods had come back to reclaim their bounty. So the trails were out but I still had one rail holding the saddle up. I decided to try and ride home and avoid dirt as much as possible to avoid completely breaking my saddle. I was extra gingerly sitting and tried to stand as much as possible. It was another hot day and I had to stop at the store on Rocky Mount road for some soda and chips, something I despise doing. I somehow found the energy to continue by the plan and went the back way home from Senoia via the atv track and railroad bridge over line creek. Boy was I glad to be home and although it sucked, it could have been much worse had my saddle failed entirely.