For the past few weeks, when I stepped on the brakes, my rear brakes would make a noise that sounded a lot like I was dragging a plastic sled across gravel. So I promptly called up my favorite mechanic aka dad, and asked him about it. He would just, "hummmm."
Finally, I just came out and asked him:
"Is it my brake pads?"
"Probably."
"How urgent is it?" (as I look at the bleak endless abyss that is my rising debt and empty checkbook)
"Well, someday you're going to step on the brakes and keep going." (Which pretty much translates to NOW STUPID!)
So I check in with my other favorite mechanic, who's much more of a local. After a nice drive just missing rush hour traffic, being made fun of by guys who know my dad pretty well because I was lucky enough to just pay parts & not labor, and one great big hug, I headed home sans one hub cap that rode in the trunk. (damned fancy hub caps!)
I can now stop in peace.
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