The brake goblins must have been out! I had the same problem with my front wheel...the brake was catywhampus due to being hauled in the back of the SUV just laying on its side the day before.
The brake goblins must have been out! I had the same problem with my front wheel...the brake was catywhampus due to being hauled in the back of the SUV just laying on its side the day before.
I check my brakes before every ride by doing a burnout.
Just kidding...but yeah...I've done the same thing...it's a hell of a workout!
I had a ride the other week. It was so hard. I thought, god I must be ill or slacked off too much the last couple of months.
Finally almost home, puffed, dripping with sweat I noticed as I changed gears to go up drive - I had rode the whole way home 15 km, in the big gear.
You think THAT might be easy to notice!!
Conquering illness, one step at time.
I could barely stand when I got home! I thought it was the chronic fatigue flaring up!( Im used to riding feeling like death warmed over. Its going to come in handy when I can ride far enough to do hills. There is a small mountain near by and thats my goal. I figure all those years of pain, tiredness and suffering will make me think, jeez this IS NOTHING, as my legs burst into flame on its oh so killer gradients!![]()
Conquering illness, one step at time.
I vowed to myself and I repeat it before rides when I think of it: "If things seem hard, stop and check things out!!!" Unnecessary stoicism is such a waste!
I did the same thing on Sunday. My usual 26-minute lap took 33, and it was hard! The front brakes were squeezing on the left and needed adjusting. I think I'm not taking the wheel on and off right or something. Every time I reattach the front break clasp thingy, then tight the wheel lug spinny thing so that the handle points up to the fork, I spin the wheel and then readjust the spinny lug thing until the wheel will spin freely without being affected by the brake. I finally adjusted my front brake so that it's really loose, because I was afraid if I loosened the lug anymore the wheel would just fly off.
After the big crash back in October, I never use my front brake anyway - flipping the bike once was plenty, thank you.
I finally got off the darn saddle and adjusted the brake on Sunday for the third lap, which was much easier, but by then I was so tired from riding ten miles with the darn brake rubbing I was just done after that last lap. Wimp.
Next weekend, we're doing a one-mile fun run for literacy in Balboa Park, and I'll go for a nice, long ride after that. Brakes adjusted correctly.
Roxy
Getting in touch with my inner try-athlete.