I use one of Tony’s map checks as a chance to investigate why my fork looks dirty. I’ve never had a leak and am usually wearing fork socks. It should be pristine.
Uh-oh. That explains the funny sound. I see the left seal and its retainer blew out when I hit the big rut, dumping fork oil on the brake.
“I’m not paying for that,” Tony says.
“It’s kind of your fault,” I counter.