Front brake was dragging, thought I had fixed it, then all of a sudden flying down Lake Shore Drive at about 60, I went to over take someone, and put the throttle all the way down, at this point, I started decreasing in speed. I pulled off the road and into a designated handy cap spot, where I noticed smoke pouring out the caliper, and my dust guard is now melted on both sides.
Didnt actually see flames, but I assume there was some, and no pics because when I finally got her pulled over the smoke had stopped.
I actually thought that the brake had seized up and I was really boned, but when it cooled down it "worked" again. In the middle of me doing an emergency brake job in a handicapped zone some old bastard came up to me and said "ARE YOU HADICAPPED" me "No"
"THEN WHY ARE YOU IN A HANDICAPPED SPOT" me, looking around at the many other handicapped spots available "My bike is broken and I am in the middle of fixing it, sorry it dosent move right now" "CANT YOU PUT THAT THING ON THE SIDEWALK" me chuckling "No dude, it weighs 600lbs"
He was a bit angry.