Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Brake dance.


Before getting stopped down by a policeman, I witnessed the crash scene near Rod Laver Arena on the way to work. The cars were pretty mashed up.
Then I did a detour on a wooden padestrian bridge, and that's when my wheels started to make funny noises before falling apart.

What you see above, are called disc brake pads.
The one on the left is the normal one, with quarter of an inch of cement looking steadiness. The one on the right however, belonged to my bike.
That's why my bike's been making 'yeeeeeeerrggkkhh' noises because basically it was hard metal brushing against hard metal.