Went out for a ride in the Lakes yesterday, set off from Ambleside up to Troutbeck on the road, all good, reasonably nice morning. Did the first little bit of downhill back towards Ambleside and my front brake pretty much seized up and started making horrible noises. I’d let the pads wear down far too much and I think one of the pistons had come out so far it got stuck (Hope M4s).
After much faffing and trying to push the pistons back in I decided to just do without a front brake, but I couldn’t put the wheel back on without the disk getting stuck in the caliper, so I just took the disc off, and minced my way down Jenkin Crag with only a back brake. Bit annoyed to somewhat spoil a really nice descent but hey ho – Biketreks will sort me out with some new brake pads and hopefully help me get the stuck piston back in if I still can’t do it – and then I can do some more riding. Get to Biketreks – ask for some M4 pads and just about to purchase, except……
I’d left my wallet in my car in Troutbeck Bridge. 👿
So I cycled back (spotting the crazy maverick renegade Simon of Barnes riding the wrong way down the main Windermere-Ambleside road), stuck the bike in the car and drove to Ambleside, bought some new pads – but the piston is still stuck. Went and asked if they could help in Biketreks, who then noticed that one of the other pistons was now missing, I must have grabbed the front brake by accident on the way down and popped it out. At that point I realised my biking was probably over for the day
So I’m now weighing up whether to get new pistons and overhaul the brake (which I got off ton on here for not much anyway) or just use it as an excuse to buy a shiny new set of brakes.
I bought shiny new brakes (Formula The One).
And then, just as I was leaving the shop it started REALLY lashing it down, I was riding round Ambleside back to the car with the bag with the brakes in a bag in on my handlebars, getting piss-wet through. It quickly rained so much that the bag collapsed, dropping my shiny new brakes into the road. Thankfully I picked them up and they were fine, but as this point I was pretty much shaking my fist at the sky and shouting WHY GOD WHY!
Thankfully I managed to get home with no further mishaps. But yes, curse you Biketreks and your friendly, knowledgable and helpful staff – and your shop full of shiny bike bling. In my muddled state I was powerless to resist your wallet-lightening powers.
(Yeah, I know tl;dr, boring story etc)
I’m sure some of you have some better stories of rides where everything just goes wrong though, let’s hear ’em.