Today it was decided to commence brake work.
The brake pedal gave me the sinking feeling each time the brake needed to be applied for any period of time,
especially when waiting at one of those traffic lights they have now every 30 yards, especially on gradients
(for those of you living in East Anglia, that's when a road isn't level).
The pipes came off easily enough, so for once I was lucky.
The payback followed suit:
The calipers are of the later type and thus all parts I bought to replace them with are wrong.
I firmly believe that I'm the only dolt who orders a stash of parts without checking what is needed beforehand.
Anyway, it was all futile anyway, since the brakes must have been serviced recently. Pads, discs, calipers look
serviceable for a long time to come.
However, there is an issue with the bleed nipple of the RH caliper:
Or better, the issue is that it's not existent. Since I didn't manage to extract the slug they crunched in there,
I suspect they borked the M7 x 1mm thread. Hence this needs to be mended by an engineering company
and if they can't do it, the caliper needs replaced.
Then the inevitable happened:
In summary, shit all round.
Some self inflicted, some caused by others.
Cretins, wherever I look. Even in the mirror.