Looks as though my front wheel has seen it’s last ride. Although only 100 days span between it’s first frisky ride to its final frolic in France, it lived the high life that many wheels dream of. It will be sadly missed by friends and family alike. In lieu of flower bouquets, please send cash.
The autopsy is still pending though witnesses and Reynolds authorities are not ruling out the possibly of: suicide (though a suicide note has not surfaced to date), fowl play (proud Mavic nationalists are currently in questioning), homicide (by its own rider in a rage of cyclomestic violence), or incurable superthermal carbon cancer (a rare disease that can occur in overheated carbon clinchers – many folks who like to vocalize their opinion about bad things say it could be caused by high-fructose corn syrup, aspartame, politicians, capitalism, or a dangerous zeitgeist cocktail of all 4 conspiring together).
A few pictures from the morgue. Although I used the front brake only a few times for emergencies, the cancerous bumps ate through almost 1/2 of a pretty new Swissstop Yellow pad. The bumps are only on one side of the front wheel. The three other brake tracks are fine.