Through gritted teeth, eyes, and hubs, I said…
Okay God, you can stop now. We get it: rain.
As my father was driving me to Chez Hale from the train station this Thanksgiving Eve, he mentioned what preternaturally good weather we were having for late November. I agreed and said I didn’t trust it; there’s another shoe up there and it’ll drop soon enough.
Boy was I right. I’m off to overhaul my rear hub now, if you’ll excuse me. It sounds much like a peppergrinder, which I’ve been informed by various passers-by is bad.
Update (Later that night…):
Yeah, that’s my brake pads in their new, improved powder form. I’m totally ready to get a disc brake, except for the whole “affording it” thing I’ve heard so much about.