(Sixth in a series of stories about every bike I've ever owned.)
That's right. I was once Huffy-dumb. Then I learned firsthand why they're only used in bike-toss competitions.
San Francisco didn't have a cheap Chicago-style bike flea market, so I spent $50 at a department store on a royal blue "city bike".
Riding down a three block long steep hill, I watched the entire assembly of both plastic "caliper" brakes disintegrate and fly off the bike. I left it there at the bottom of the hill.