Jen's Journal

Jon and I decided to take off for Mount Washington and ride bikes. It is a similar set up to Whistler or Sunpeaks, you ride to the chairlift, it takes you up, and you ride down on your choice of trails. It is not as smooth as Whistler, but what can you expect, Whistler is practically a groomed highway.

I started out knowing that my brakes were a bit spongy, and being the reactive person I am I had just let them be. We rode all morning up and down the two chairs, me for the most part trailing Jon.

We stopped for a quick lunch in the parking lot, consisting of us bbq-ing our smokies on the little grill we brought and chocking back a few ice cold brews right out of our little cooler. We got a couple funny looks as we sat on our foldout chairs at our tailgate, but almost everyone just smiled and gave us a thumbs up, (including the Mt. Washington employee who happened to park right beside us).

After lunch I noticed I was getting faster, I was having Jon trail me down the hills. I was feeling good, maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was me finally getting used to my bike. I also noticed I was getting less and less braking power as I squeezed the brake levers. On our last run I realized I was no longer stopping, just barely slowing down. Air had gotten into my brake line, (hydraulics), giving me little to no stopping power. It was at this point I realized I should probably call it a day. Aside from the small bush I drove into at the bottom of the trail there were no other mishaps.

I now have had the brakes bled and I am once again stopping...