My brakes were making a weird grinding noise. I couldn't tell if some large clot of snow or ice had gotten caught up in the wheel or if it was a bad brake thing. I brought it up to my brother, my brake repair guy, a couple of weeks ago. It was then that the weather went straight back down to -10.8 F. Two weeks passed and I felt something grinding. I gave him a text. He texted back. He got to business yesterday.
After several hours later in an unheated garage with the door wide open, having given us a lot of time to talk, he replaced the front brake pads, the back rotors and pads. He said if it would have gone much longer, I would have had to use those front rotors we bought just in case.
Parts were $150. I asked what I owed. He said $40. I paid $75. (Hazard pay.) He didn't want to take it, but I made him. It was slave labor wage given what he did. He even changed my windshield wiper blades and ribbed me for what the driver's side blade looked like.
I ripped it. A lot. I ended up pulling hunks of ice off of the blade and shredded it.
It's all fixed now! Hooray for stopping!
2 comments:
Brothers are the BEST! Glad they got changed! (Not that brakes are any good on the ice we've been having out here, anyway) ;)
Was thinking of you when school here was cancelled for "extreme cold"!
Hooray for new brakes! :o) Hooray for brothers who are willing to help out! :o)
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