Eventful day. I was biking over to Richard's house, and it had just stopped drizzling. Maybe my brake-pads had gotten wet, maybe they had just worn down too much, but my back breaks decided not to work. Just as I was coming down Kugler Mill (really steep hill with a busy street at the bottom), at around 20 or 30 miles per hour. You know how
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