not last long, as the quality of plastic at that time was not as good as it now, they were stiff, non flexible. when our saddles broke, we often shed tears and gave a good cry over the accident. then, my father would mend it for us. before night falling, after dinner, in front of the fading cooking fire. he used a iron hook as the tool, put it into the cooking fire and heat it up until it turned red, then he would put the red iron bar in between the broken plastic pieces.an awful smell rose and swirling around our heads..don't touch, he would say, it is still 