Brake Pads

The brake pads on my car have been shot for weeks. I’m finally getting them replaced this Saturday, and I will feel infinitely better afterward. Not because of apprehension regarding my lessened stopping ability but because I’ve been putting up with this heinous screeching noise as the warning guide scratches against the wheel. It has made me quite paranoid, especially since I can now hear it over my radio [a vain attempt to ignore the problem by not hearing it]. I imagine that everyone knows what I am up to and where I am going because of this high-pitched sound that accompanies me everywhere. Like in the cartoons when a small raincloud follows an unfortunate everywhere. I who pride myself on moving silently have been a poorer cousin of the Klaxon lately.

The reason I have not gotten my pads changed sooner: apparently all car maintenance places close for a couple of weeks around the holidays. This Saturday is the first day I’ve had a chance to get in since the noise started.

Thus ends this rather meaningless post.

3 thoughts on “Brake Pads

  1. I had similar break problems right before Christmas. New pads, calipars (sic), and rotars. All because one side wore down a lot faster than the other and created a nasty pull. While I’m glad I got it fixed I was a bit pissed about how much it costs…parts mostly they cut us break on labor too.

  2. Nah, this post was not meaningless. Brakes are just another part of the world we inhabit. Meaning exists there, somewhere. (I think.)

  3. Callahan brake pads are what you need. Anyway, if you’re interested, reports from an intermittently pretentious subset of your alma mater: The Mindset Best of 2003

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