Oh, boy, I'm not sure I'll be able to describe it!

I had to help a friend with some stuff on Tuesday, which required me picking him up in Columbia and driving us up to Hunt Valley. I figured I'd put the bike on the car, and that after I dropped him off afterward, I'd stop at the Race Pace in Columbia on the way back to work and give them the bike. (I had already put the lighter wheels with the skinnier tires back on, but hadn't even bothered to close up the brakes, figuring I'd ask Race Pace to adjust them while they were at it.)

Everything took way longer than planned, so we decided to get lunch at a place near Race Pace before we went back to our respective workplaces. While he was inside changing his clothes, I started poking at the bike again, while it was sitting on the car rack. So the piece I was looking at, that I had assume was snapped, was a short piece of wire, much thicker and not flexible like the actual cable. When I looked at it *really* closely, I realized that it didn't look like it had broken. So I eyeballed the front brake for a few minutes. That same thick wire was connected at one end, with the other end just pushed behind some other piece of the brake. I looked back at the rear brake again, then shoved the wire behind that same place, and voila! No way, I thought to myself. I closed the brakes, spun the tires, and watched in disbelief as they both rolled right along. I hit the brakes, spun them again, all good.

My friend came out of his apartment to me standing behind my car, grinning like an idiot as my bike wheels twirled around.

I was in a huge hurry when I left for Assateague, which I guess is why I missed the fact that that wire wasn't actually broken, but just out of place.