This weekend was interesting, none the less. On Friday I was stuck fixing a car for my sister. Now, I have no problem helping people and teaching them a thing or two about vehicle maintenance. What I don't necessarily like is when someone refuses to acknowledge what you're trying to tell them. Let me go a little more into detail on this... This is what I was told about the car when I pulled up "It was making a weird grinding noise with my brakes"
This weird, gasping noise came out of me, I had never seen brake pads this fucked up. Now, that, is absolutely no brake pad left. Well, unless you want to take into account the brake pad strip left at the top due to, too small of rotors for those calipers (I could go into the specific spec details but I'll try not to completely geek out) She had completely seized her caliper and had no brake pads and ground her rotors to shit. "I replaced them like a year ago, I don't know why this is happening." Le sigh. On top of all these problems she ran her brake lines bone dry. "Can I still use these rotors?" I laughed hysterically and then stopped "Oh, you're serious...just to get home. Then you need to buy new rotors immediately". This is when you realize those who love their cars and those who just drive their cars. "Ok, I'll just drive on them for a couple of months and then get them replaced." what? WHAT? It didn't help that this was the shape of the rest of her brakes and I had only replaced the seized caliper and put new brake pads in that caliper. She had only bought one. She had no intention of replacing anything else. I was simply, floored, baffled, confused but at the end of the day (with a guilty conscience to have her driving like that) it is her car and her choice (even though I begged her to get the others). I did my best to make her brakes function and she drove off.
So what did I do? I did what any person who worked on a car would do. I went to a strip club, had some drinks, saw some ta-ta's and attempted to enjoy the rest of my weekend!
