The last time I rode my bike in the city I was cruising down a harmless, empty, flat street (I know, hard to find) when all of a sudden, squeaky breaks ensued and I literally flipped over the handle bars, landing with my foot practically caught between the wheel spokes. That day was last November. It was not something you could brush off and move on from. Though no one was around to see it, I still bear the embarrassment of that moment. My breaks have yet to be fixed.
But when I do get back in the saddle again (oh I will), I know where I’m going. (more…)