Huh. Brakes, don't talk to me about brakes.
I finally got mine totally sorted, they work absolutely brilliantly, stand the bike on its nose, but it's lasted about two months I guess.
Now I have a shudder when I pull the brakes on. Damn. :disapint:
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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