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Aug. 13th, 2009
Open up and say "vroom"
Aug. 13th, 2009 10:06 pmAnyone who has talked to me in real time at any point over the last six to nine months has heard me kvetch and hand-wring over the state of Harold, the Oldsmobile Deathtrap that takes me to market and thither. Specifically, the brakes have been scaring the bajeezus out of me, with unpleasant squealy noises and the alarming tactile vwuh-vwuh-vwuh of a warped brake rotor, not to mention that the thing sounded like a B-12 bomber at speeds over 30 mph. And yes, I should've had it dealt with sooner, but, well, [insert lame excuse here].
Well, every spine has its breaking point, so I finally bit the bullet and had the deed done: two front pads, two front rotors, and, oh yayness, one wheel bearing to replace the one that was humming at me. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bikergeek, you have exactly six seconds to complete your I-told-you-so's.) End results: one, the car is now treating use of the brake pedal as an order rather than a suggestion; and two, we took the car on the highway for a bit, and didn't have to turn up the radio. Yay! No longer confined to goat paths! I are a camper of the "happy" flavor.
The one thing that didn't get dealt with was the vwuh-vwuh-vwuh situation, which they assured me was a rear brake rotor issue that did not need immediate attention and was not a short-term safety issue, but still scares the pudding out of me because it always feels like the car is screaming, "Nooooo! I don't WANNA stop!" (Also, I can hear it better now that the car no longer sounds like a ride in the cargo hold.) This will be the next thing looked at, along with the turn signals, which are getting lippy with me.
For now, though? *Manitoba-sized sigh of relief*
Well, every spine has its breaking point, so I finally bit the bullet and had the deed done: two front pads, two front rotors, and, oh yayness, one wheel bearing to replace the one that was humming at me. (
bikergeek, you have exactly six seconds to complete your I-told-you-so's.) End results: one, the car is now treating use of the brake pedal as an order rather than a suggestion; and two, we took the car on the highway for a bit, and didn't have to turn up the radio. Yay! No longer confined to goat paths! I are a camper of the "happy" flavor.The one thing that didn't get dealt with was the vwuh-vwuh-vwuh situation, which they assured me was a rear brake rotor issue that did not need immediate attention and was not a short-term safety issue, but still scares the pudding out of me because it always feels like the car is screaming, "Nooooo! I don't WANNA stop!" (Also, I can hear it better now that the car no longer sounds like a ride in the cargo hold.) This will be the next thing looked at, along with the turn signals, which are getting lippy with me.
For now, though? *Manitoba-sized sigh of relief*
