If You Crochet Yourself a Bike Seat...

It just happened that last week (or maybe two weeks ago; I've lost all sense of time) I got the bus two days in a row. I also saw a couple of my former professors on the bus on those days, which was lovely.

One of those professors is fairly well known in Austin for his Bus Tweets. I started following him because of the Bus Tweets, in fact, long before I signed up for his class. So when I saw him on the bus, I thought, "Oh, good! Bus Tweets!" and went to check them once I got to the office.

And then this happened:

I don't know if it still counts as "yarnbombed" when I had to do it myself, but this is what it looks like:

Or did look like, until I spent two months sitting on it. It's a bit more...
 stretched, now.

Before the crocheted seat, it was tie-dyed duct tape, which wore out so that I had to replace it and all I had was boring silver. The yarn seat keeps it looking pretty and protects my legs from being scratched to bits by evil sharp duct tape edges. So you can understand why my bike is more famous than I am-- it's been a bit eye-catching for a while.

Anyway. I guess now I know what route to avoid if I don't want to show up in Bus Tweets.