So the universe has dealt me a couple of hefty sucker punches lately which even though I know it’s the best medicine has made finding motivation for riding hard to find. So.
Day off today. So I forced myself to ride. Took many hours of mental persuasion and internal dialogue but finally got my shit together and got to the trails by 1pm.
Big dump last night so it’s greasy but pretty good and only getting better with the sun now shining.
Last bit of the first run I go over the bars. Land on my feet all good but notice Ive somehow yanked my brake hose out of the lever. Fuck. The rear brake. That’s the end of that I think. No spanner to try to tighten the barb up and certainly no trailside bleed kit so just jam it back in to see what happens.
Fuck me. It’s working just fine. I wrap some sparky tape on my cables for emergencies so grab that and I wrapped it all around the hose entry. Seems fine. Did a little brake test down the fire road so Fuck it. Just sent it. My thought was it will either cure me or kill me today.
Did a bunch more laps with no issues. Had a ball.
Thank you universe for not kicking me in the nuts again today.
Photo of the bodged up lever, little bit of oil escaped but it didn’t pop back out!