I rode to work Monday through through Thursday. On Wednesday night, I heard a loud scraping sound coming from my front brakes, and I thought a pebble had become embedded in the grooves of my brakes. It turned out my front left brake was worn through to its left metal mount. The spare brakes I had were too thick when I tried to install them Thursday morning so I rode to work on Thursday with my fenderless mountain bike. On the way home, I was riding through some heavy rain and I started cackling in mad realization that even with fenders, I still would have gotten soaked. I guess all this rain is starting to get to me. This rainy week reminds me of Ray Bradbury’s “The Long Rain”.
