No wonder the brakes weren’t very good! Yes, and not even out of my bike!

With Carla racing lately there’s two of us out on the Monday recovery ride. It’s a sunny but chilly day as we spin down to Rochechouart for a tart treat from the boulanger. We’re talking about how the ride went yesterday, and so on. Carla’s bike is making a lot of noise. We stop, I take a look. I’m thinking there’s a lot of piston showing on her back brake. The rear wheel has skipped over a touch. I put it straight and tell her to take it easy on the descents.

My favourite boulanger is closed, gone on conges (vacation) for a week. I have to make do with a Chasson Pomme from the one around the corner! We cycle home with a slight tailwind, it’s warm in the sun.

Coffee and tart later I strip Carla’s back brake. You couldn’t get much more wear out of a set of pads than that! I have to steal a pair out of my new bike short term. A small sacrifice for the woman I love. 🙂