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Choose disks. Choose a brake that always works. Choose an immense rim life. Choose a colour matched carrier. Choose a fucking big rotor. Choose hydraulics, vents, saw edge disks, and DOT5.1 fluid. Choose good performance, low maintenance and wet-weather braking. Choose ISO calliper mounts. Choose a 210mm rotor. Choose your brand. Choose braided hoses and matching sleeves. Choose a Hope Moto M6 on hire purchase in a range of fucking sizes. Choose disks and wondering who the fuck invented rim brake on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that saddle watching mind-numbing spirit-soaring spinning disk shadows on the road, stuffing fucking bonk rations into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of a 600, pissing your last in a miserable portaloo, nothing more than an example of a broken human being, fucked-up but still able to stop your bike. Choose your future. Choose disks.
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