Bizarre experience today. I rode down to Salt Lake City, about 50 miles, and took the train back. I've done this quite a few times by now. There is a series of bike paths almost the whole way. There is one little connection that I had hope would be in place but I discovered isn't... oh well.
When I left the house, my brakes were working. But about half way to SLC... what? I am missing one brake pad off my rear brake!?! How could something like that happen?
Fortunately the path is extremely flat so it wasn't a big problem. I don't think I damaged my rim at all.
One fun coincidence.... there is a nice bike shop on the north side of SLC, where I come into town. In the past they've not been open on Mondays. I thought, hmmm, tomorrow is a big Utah holiday, Pioneer Day, and lots of shops are closed. Maybe this shop will be open? So I adjusted my route a little to swing by, and, wow, now the sign on the door says they're only closed on Sundays. Of course they didn't have pads for CSS rims, but that's no big deal. But it turned out that their new hours started today! This was the first Monday they were open!
My best theory is not a very good theory. But I did stop for a break at a grocery store along the way. Plenty hot here - upper 90s F I would guess. So I ate my banana in the store with their nice air conditioning. When I went out, there was another bike next to mine... and then a young man, I'd guess 14 or 15 years old, walked up to it. Perhaps I was the target of some teenage prank? Far fetched, but how does a brake pad fall out otherwise?