Shitty Day
What a fucking shitty day.
I was on my way to school on Monday night, coming down the hill on Canada Way. I stopped at a red light, but my brakes felt a little weird. I thought it might have just been in my head, so I decided to give it a test at the next stop. I gave myself a bunch of room and tried to stop quickly. It still felt weird, so I pressed hard on the brakes and the pedal stuck for a second and then thud, all the way to the floor.
Fuck.
I e-braked all the way home, but by this time, it was too late to really see anything and I decided to wait until the morning to check it out.
The next day I got up bright and early, headed out to my truck, and started looking for leaks in the brake lines. I checked all the wheels and the master cylinder and everything was basically dry. The cylinder had a little bit of moisture, but certainly not an excessive enough amount to be broken. I even put some more fluid in the system and stepped on the brakes just to try and make it freshly wet. I got back under the truck and I still couldn't see anything.
Against my intuition, I decided that it must be the master cylinder and set off to buy a new one. $150 later, I removed the old one and partially installed the new one before heading off to class. While there, I spoke to my buddy Heath and he agreed to come over and help me bleed the system so I could get my truck back on the road.
We head over to my place and I start working on the truck, getting it set-up to bleed. I finally get everything ready and we start. Heath starts to pump the brakes and fluid comes spraying out of a brake line in the middle of the car.
Fuck.
So far I've wasted $150 and my truck is still just as broken as it was when I started. If I'd had someone to help me out when I started, this whole thing could have been avoided, but I don't really have anyone like that down here and especially not on a week day.
After a closer inspection, I discover that this is basically a problem that I won't be able to fix on my own. The broken rubber tube is in a place that I can't get at and I just don't have the facilities or tools for any major repair jobs like this.
I leave it for the night and get up early again today, ready to drive it over to a shop. I called a place and headed over. They inspected, blah, blah, blah, and up comes the estimate. $412 God damn dollars.
Fuck.
I literally have no money now. I should have a cheque coming in the next few days and my line of credit extension should be going through in about the same, but for now I'm completely broke.
What a shitty day.
I was on my way to school on Monday night, coming down the hill on Canada Way. I stopped at a red light, but my brakes felt a little weird. I thought it might have just been in my head, so I decided to give it a test at the next stop. I gave myself a bunch of room and tried to stop quickly. It still felt weird, so I pressed hard on the brakes and the pedal stuck for a second and then thud, all the way to the floor.
Fuck.
I e-braked all the way home, but by this time, it was too late to really see anything and I decided to wait until the morning to check it out.
The next day I got up bright and early, headed out to my truck, and started looking for leaks in the brake lines. I checked all the wheels and the master cylinder and everything was basically dry. The cylinder had a little bit of moisture, but certainly not an excessive enough amount to be broken. I even put some more fluid in the system and stepped on the brakes just to try and make it freshly wet. I got back under the truck and I still couldn't see anything.
Against my intuition, I decided that it must be the master cylinder and set off to buy a new one. $150 later, I removed the old one and partially installed the new one before heading off to class. While there, I spoke to my buddy Heath and he agreed to come over and help me bleed the system so I could get my truck back on the road.
We head over to my place and I start working on the truck, getting it set-up to bleed. I finally get everything ready and we start. Heath starts to pump the brakes and fluid comes spraying out of a brake line in the middle of the car.
Fuck.
So far I've wasted $150 and my truck is still just as broken as it was when I started. If I'd had someone to help me out when I started, this whole thing could have been avoided, but I don't really have anyone like that down here and especially not on a week day.
After a closer inspection, I discover that this is basically a problem that I won't be able to fix on my own. The broken rubber tube is in a place that I can't get at and I just don't have the facilities or tools for any major repair jobs like this.
I leave it for the night and get up early again today, ready to drive it over to a shop. I called a place and headed over. They inspected, blah, blah, blah, and up comes the estimate. $412 God damn dollars.
Fuck.
I literally have no money now. I should have a cheque coming in the next few days and my line of credit extension should be going through in about the same, but for now I'm completely broke.
What a shitty day.
posted by ddbrown30 at
10:57 PM
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