Jan. 26, 2016, 3:13 p.m. -  Cam McRae

#!markdown And then we got this… Greetings Uncle Dave: I've got a frisbee playing buddy who is always going on about how great mountain biking is, and telling us that we've 'got to try it'. I like to change the subject and talk about civilized pastimes, but the guy is persistent. I figured, to quiet him up, I'd take him up on his offer and go for a ride with him. So last wekend, I meet him at his house, guy loans me his old bike and off we go. Half way into the ride, I'm merrily trundling along, shift gears, and bamm. His rear derailleur explodes like a Wal-Mart lamp. Total piece of old junk. We're force on a long walk out. My wife has to change her plans and come rescue us, but she does help us out. A few days later, I see the guy again and he is strongly implying that I need to pay to replace his shite old derailleur. I did nothing wrong, used the bike for 40 minutes total, made a simple gear change and the old piece of junk fell apart. It was going to happen the next time anyone used rode the bike. Guy uses it for years, gets full value for it, and then wants ME to pay for it after just minutes of normal use? wtf??? Scratching my head, Worthless Old Junk