Neda checking out the view from the top. It's chilly up here!
Okay. Back on the bikes, heading back down the other side of Transfăgărășan
On our way down the pass, Neda radios me, "Is your foot resting on the rear brake? Your brake light is on."
"Nope". I tapped the rear brake a few times. "Is it still on?"
"Yeah, your brake light is solid."
Crap. The pedal must have gotten stuck or something. We pull over and I inspect the rear brake. Nothing mechanically wrong with the pedal and the rear pads aren't binding. I can't find anything wrong with it. Then I pump the front brake lever a few times. The brake light goes out. Ah, must just be a sticky lever. I check the actuation and the brake lights seem to be working again.
We climb back on our bikes and proceed a bit further. Not 30 seconds later, Neda radios me again, "It's on again".
I pump the front brakes and the light goes out. But it keeps coming back on again and again. This is not good. Even though I can't feel any drag in the front, I don't want to slowly burn up the pads or warp the rotor. I can't keep riding with the front brakes engaged. We pull over and I inspect the lever and pads. I sniff the air. Is that burnt brake pads I smell...?
Fă*&g%răș*ă^&ă%ăn!!!! Stranded at the top of a mountain pass in Romania with a stuck front brake. We're hundreds of kms away from a city. What are we going to do now...?