Hardy boys by Franklin W. Dixon

I couldn't figure out why Joe was not, slowing down as we approached the intersection. I don't think I've ever seen him run a light. Well, I wasn't going to do it, and I would definitely get on his case about it later. My right hand twisted the brake control-and then i understood.something was wrong withe my bike-and Joe's,too. I tried the front brakes and then the back. Nothing. No response. This was bad really,really bad.