So, I'm driving home today and realize I have no front brakes. Joy. I nursed the car home, jacked it up and yanked off the tires to make sure all I needed was brake pads and that nothing else was wrong. All seemed good to go, so I grabbed my dad's truck and off I went to the parts store. New brakes in hand, I go to start changing them out. Everything seemed to be going well. Then it wasn't.
The last time I needed new brakes I was living in an apartment in North Dakota and lacked a space and the tools to do my own mechanical work. Until I moved there, I'd always bring my car over to my father's house and use his driveway and tools. I do own some tools, but not everything I needed to do the brakes, most specifically a decent jack and an impact wrench (though I could do without that, it just makes life easier). So, because of that, I had to take my car to a mechanic to have new brakes put on. As it turns out, the idiot cross threaded the lower caliper bolts, completely trashing them. If that weren't bad enough, the damn things are 11 bucks each, and nobody around here carries them. They must be ordered. Crap. And my car is up on jacks with both front tires off, and I can't do a damn thing about it until I can figure out how to get my hands on a set of bolts.
This is why I don't trust anybody but myself and my father with my car.
The last time I needed new brakes I was living in an apartment in North Dakota and lacked a space and the tools to do my own mechanical work. Until I moved there, I'd always bring my car over to my father's house and use his driveway and tools. I do own some tools, but not everything I needed to do the brakes, most specifically a decent jack and an impact wrench (though I could do without that, it just makes life easier). So, because of that, I had to take my car to a mechanic to have new brakes put on. As it turns out, the idiot cross threaded the lower caliper bolts, completely trashing them. If that weren't bad enough, the damn things are 11 bucks each, and nobody around here carries them. They must be ordered. Crap. And my car is up on jacks with both front tires off, and I can't do a damn thing about it until I can figure out how to get my hands on a set of bolts.
This is why I don't trust anybody but myself and my father with my car.
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