I was able to ride home in a T-shirt last night, which was nice after a sweaty workout at the gym. When I got home my wife told me she almost blew through several intersections because her brakes were just "gone". After dinner, I showed her how to tighten her brake cables with the barrel adjusters, then I tightened up the cables properly. She thinks I'm cool. Then I re-built the front wheel of my winter commuter with the assistance of a Wyndham Estate Bin 555 Shiraz. Good times.

Today's ride was fast and uneventful. Except for one thing - I'm coming down the ramp into the parking garage, and a ped just steps in front of me. He saw me coming, and he also saw that I was doing 30+ km/h [it's a steep ramp]. I lock up the rear wheel and steer around him, giving a "whoa - sorry". Good times!