I noticed this morning that the rubber pad for my rear brake lever was gone. It was added to a mental list of things I’ll probably never fix. A hour later while returning from a trip to the store I see a old brake lever pad laying in the intersection at a red light. Ride out in the middle, get off the bike and pick it up. Yes, I know you shouldn’t stop in the intersection like that. Screw em’, I’ve got plenty of insurance. Funny thing about that pad, it looked like the perfect fit for the lever. Hell, it was probably mine, as it’s a route I travel all the time. Just more proof that if you need parts for a old bike don’t buy them. Keep your eyes on the ground, you’ll find them.
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