… you spend all this time telling me I'm a complete ninny for (amongst other things) being in love with V brakes, yet all I see is post after post after post where you're collectively whining like girlies about setting up, bleeding, pad-eating, juddering, which-rotor-size-for-Mont Blanc, disc brakes.
FFS, get a life. Buy brakes where the only thing you have to stress over is a bit of grit in the pads or rim wear and which can be set up and maintained by a complete mechanical moron – I know, for I am that moron – in ten minutes.
'But… but… we want ULTIMATE BRAKING POWER' I hear you moan. Here's a plan. Anticipate and brake earlier. Or if you must zoom down stupidly steep descents to prove your manhood, take up paragliding, it's more fun and it makes all the babes go weak the the knees.
Seriously, you've been led up the garden path like sheep, deserting the essential simplicity and maintainability of a bike for what? So you can brake 3m later into corner? Assh*les.
*Cue 'disc brakes saved my life and fed my family of seven' stories…