the clock is ticking...

Today I saw a bike that had worse-sounding brakes than mine! My trusty steed and I were coasting to a stop on Grant Street and someone coming from a side street was slowing down to turn. It sounded like this:

My bike: squeeeeeeeeek (in a deep, throaty, kind of German accent)

His bike: squEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAKKKK! (in a fingernails on chalkboard sort of way)

Ha. I win. But who knows for how long...