Well, crap.

Last summer or so (maybe the one before that), my brakes started grinding. It made me nervous, so I stopped in at Les Schwab and had them take a look. Turns out they were full of dust from the super-dusty gravel road I work down. (Seriously, if I get behind a gravel truck or something going down that road I can't see, there's so much dust kicked up.) So they took my wheels off and used their air compressor to blow the brakes out, and everything was fine.

Last week my brakes started grinding again, and even though I knew it was just a dust problem again, I went to Les Schwab earlier this evening to have them blow the brakes out again. Except, as it turns out, the brakes are down to metal-to-metal. No pads left. They let me come home but they advised against driving between now and my Saturday-at-noon appointment to get them fixed.

Looks like I may be biking to work after all. It's 8 miles. I'm a little worried but I'll just leave super early tonight. (Ack, no practice! This is gonna hurt!)