Brake Failure

Biking down Manhattan’s 2nd Avenue is a lot like biking down the cab and bus-swarmed straightaway of Boylston St; Racing to the next light means hard-braking for the ones that turn red or the cab that cuts you off. Thankfully, my rear brake functioned when I squeezed my front v-brake at a red light only to feel it give way:


The metal part that held the J-noodle in place decided to bend open, allowing the noodle to slide through. I used my leatherman to squeeze the metal ring back together, but needless to say, time for some new v-brakes

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