Things Go Bad

It began as a small creak. It seemed to go away. Then some rides later it grew into a horrible shrieking sound. I almost walked the bike home it was so horrible. It is the hardest thing listening to the screaming of steel on a bicycle that you love. Today I pulled the fork and I saw what I expected to find.

Then, thinking I'd at least clean up and repack the bottom bracket while I looked for a new fork, I busted the cotter pin. A bent cotter can be worked out, but a ruined Raleigh Twenty fork is not worked out so easily.

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