I hope everyone enjoyed their Labor day off. No? Well, me neither.
Anyway, last Sunday my father and I were putting brakes on my sisters car. Yeah, I know. Everything was going really good. Until my father handed me the hose to the air compressor. I promptly pointed it at the read drum and pulled the trigger.
"Wait", I heard my father say.
Picture this; I'm standing above the drum with a cloud of brake dust forming around me. (No it did not contain Asbestos.)
HA! Didn't even sneeze.
We finished the day with the Drivers front brake.
Monday 1100 Hours
I hop in the car to test the brakes.
No more squeaks and good petal. Time for a road test.
I pull out of the drive and hit about 15mph when, SCREECH.
I am sure everyone has heard a sound that made their blood curdle.
After a quick turn around I am back in the drive.
Within a minute I have the DRIVERS SIDE FRONT wheel off.
Immediately I see the problem. Coat hanger. Yes, a coat hanger. What we used to hold the caliper out of the way.
With the wheel back on I try again.
SCREECH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! %&@# ^% @^ #&#^$ $!!!!
Thinking the problem is the dust shield. I park the car.
Three days later someone gets time to look at the car.
My father finds the problem with the dust shield and with a tap from the hammer problem solved.
The whole time he is doing this I am thinking, "If I had just lost my temper instead of staying cool I would of eventually found the hammer and beat the shit out of that tire, wheel, caliper, and/or rotor and maybe I would have hit the dust shield."
Monday. 1000 hours.
I wake with a headache. Not a normal headache the one that feels like your head is in a vice headache. Sinus infection. Err. (What to take a guess what or where I got that from?)