So this last weekend I had another rundown with the cancerous end of the Blue L.S.S. Her rear asbestos producing brakes needed changed. I tried to ignore the metal grinding noise and avoid putting any more money into her but I just couldn't stand to hear that aweful noise anymore. The other good news was that Noah was in town so figured I would put him to work as well.
I took this picture cuz I thought it as soooo funny that he had rubbed his face black with cancerous asbestos brake remains.
ANd he thought it was so funny that after I made fun of him he rubbed my entire face down with black cancerous remains as well.
ANyhow I was quite proud of our job and that fact that I had just saved myself a couple hundred dollars with my ol "figure it out myself technique." it was awesome, I totally have rear drum brake repairs down pat. I ROCK...and Noah does a little too....I guess. But for the record I could have done it all myself, but I didn't.
I took this picture cuz I thought it as soooo funny that he had rubbed his face black with cancerous asbestos brake remains.
ANd he thought it was so funny that after I made fun of him he rubbed my entire face down with black cancerous remains as well.
ANyhow I was quite proud of our job and that fact that I had just saved myself a couple hundred dollars with my ol "figure it out myself technique." it was awesome, I totally have rear drum brake repairs down pat. I ROCK...and Noah does a little too....I guess. But for the record I could have done it all myself, but I didn't.