Here beginneth the floods of light oil and other procedures. The first treatment, plus leverage, only produced the first couple of light cracking noises that tell a mechanic to back off.
The rider would have to change the seat height for proper fit anyway. Or they could toddle around with their knees out, chortling about what a great deal they scored.
This is how hours get wasted in the workshop. A few minutes at a time, to save the rest of a profitable and productive repair job, half a day gets flushed away on one attempt after another.
Now put an electric motor and hydraulic brakes on that thing. And route the cables inside the frame, because everybody needs that shit, too.
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Were you ever able to get that seat pillar out without cracking the frame?
No. But the guy who checked the bike in said he thought that the rider had owned it long enough to have set the seat height before the post seized up. When the owner of the bike picked it up, he read my notes on the repair slip and still looked happy. It's someone else's problem now.
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