You know how when you're feeling like crap on a ride, and you're dying to hold onto the back, and you don't get it, because yesterday you felt great and you were flying. And then you get to the climb, and you get shelled, and you shake your head because you just 'don't have it today'. Then you ride 4 miles up the road and check your brakes, and *voila* your front brake is rubbing so friggin bad the wheel won't rotate half a turn.

That's what happened to me on the Nyack Ride today. Why? About ten miles in we're hammering up this choppy road @ 30mph and I hit a big pothole. My left brake lever suddenly has zero travel. In my anaerobic dyslexia I check the rear brake QR lever to make sure it's open. It was the FRONT lever that got whacked, didn't occur to me at the time. Just thought I didn't have any snot today. All things considered (this wheel was rubbing pretty bad) it's rather amazing that I lasted another 20 miles at the pace they were going today (average was 24mph +, I lost it on the hill). Back at the bike shop, sure enough the left (front) lever had been shifted down the handlebar about 2cm, adding to the brake tension, making the brake jam up against the front rim.

Now that's what I call resistance training. You know, in 20 years of doing this, all the times I thought my brake had to be rubbing because I couldn't possibly be riding that bad, this is the first time it ever actually was rubbing. So that's notable.

Oh yes: my Kysirium wheel was utterly unperturbed by this massive shot. They are friggin utterly completely and unfathomably bulletproof. I've never seen anything remotely like them in a couple of decades of owning lots of high end road bike wheels.