‘Cause mine’s off to an interesting start.
We’re heading out for the border, beginning with 5 miles of this great road.
We get to the end, where it turns to pavement and we slow down for the intersection. No front brake. Zip. I lock up the rear (gravel) and fishtail towards the traffic. Lucinda goes *oh for Pete’s sake*
I look at the reservoir and it’s half empty, look down and I’m blowing brake fluid all over. Holy shit, lucky we weren’t going faster.
There’s a gas station on the corner and we pull in. There’s fluid everywhere. The last couple of ounces pours out
The brake cable bracket on the fork guard is completely loose
The cable has fully expended downwards and has been rubbing against the wheel hub and has worn through
But not before taking a mm of aluminum off my wheel hub
So I call L.A., not too happy, then ride back to the lodge.
Here’s the current situation. As it happens I own these spare parts in L.A. already and they’re going to DHL them out today. No idea what the delivery time is, hopefully a day.
Then I’ll do the fix here.
So that’s the plan, let’s see what happens.
That sure sucks – sorry to hear it. (Hope you’re at least near a swimming pool.)
Im home tomorrow afternoon