Real men don't need brakes.
At least that seems to be the mentality of many drivers these days. A half mile from my house is a bike path overpass over the highway, and there's a red light next to the overpass. Some days I just stop my bike on top and watch the traffic for a few minutes, and you can smell hot brakes because people drive so fast and brake so hard. In the past month I've seen 3 steel disc brake backing plates laying in the road at this one red light. Now, how many miles do you have to drive with worn out brakes and metal scraping on metal before the backing plate finally falls off and onto the road?
They probably couldn't hear the scraping noise because the noise coming from the radio was too loud.
This is one reason I don't like to drive my Model A around the cities. Wisconsin has some of the best roads I've ever seen for Model A drives. They are more scenic, better roads, and not too much traffic.
