I've clearly been spoilt by having disc brakes because the cantis on my cross bike are gash. Much more about token gestures of slowing you down as opposed to any genuine attempt to stop you and bike. And the noise they make! I felt ashamed disturbing the tranquil forest life with what can only be described as banshee being interrogated at Guantanamo Bay.
That said they made trying out the little bermed downhill-ish run some trail fairies had built pretty interesting and I ended up caning down bits simply because even with levers squished fully there wasn't a hope those brakes were going to stop me. Bleeding brilliant fun.
