nathanm
Eats Squid
Bled my brakes after thoroughly cooking them at Maydena yesterday.
My bleed syringe was a bit sticky so instead of fixing that I persisted. So of course the plunger pops and pulls out (phrasing boom) knocking the bottle of fluid onto the floor and over my spare wheels.
Fluid has pissed all over my work bench and onto everything and 60 odd mil of fluid soaks into the floor in my garage.
Pick everything up throw and tantrum, punch a hole in the wall, which pisses me off more so I punch a bigger one.
Take a deap breath, get everything sorted reassemble bike for test ride and find, no pressure in rear brake and front pads squeaking like their contaminated. Throw in finding broken spokes and a buckle in the rear wheel and I thought my day was complete.
Nope, the universe is never content with fucking me. It's 41 degrees and the power goes out, so now no aircon.
My bleed syringe was a bit sticky so instead of fixing that I persisted. So of course the plunger pops and pulls out (phrasing boom) knocking the bottle of fluid onto the floor and over my spare wheels.
Fluid has pissed all over my work bench and onto everything and 60 odd mil of fluid soaks into the floor in my garage.
Pick everything up throw and tantrum, punch a hole in the wall, which pisses me off more so I punch a bigger one.
Take a deap breath, get everything sorted reassemble bike for test ride and find, no pressure in rear brake and front pads squeaking like their contaminated. Throw in finding broken spokes and a buckle in the rear wheel and I thought my day was complete.
Nope, the universe is never content with fucking me. It's 41 degrees and the power goes out, so now no aircon.