Post by Ember on Dec 13, 2007 16:31:15 GMT -5
Aideen listened to the conversation as she tenderly finished cleaning her bike. She stood up to admire her handy work. It looked like new. One would never think this bike had so much adventures as it did. Aideen tucked the rag in her pocket and swung her black jean clad leg over her bike, settling herself in the seat. Her hands automatically went to the handles as she flexed her fingers on the clutch and the right brake.
The brakes. That's what she forgot to check. Aideen gripped the front brake lever and wasn't too please with the weak response she got from her bike. She checked the rear brake, which felt fine but the front one worried her a bit. Aideen got off the bike to fix her brake.
The brakes. That's what she forgot to check. Aideen gripped the front brake lever and wasn't too please with the weak response she got from her bike. She checked the rear brake, which felt fine but the front one worried her a bit. Aideen got off the bike to fix her brake.
