Garn!
That's probably enough to say, but I will go farther.
This weekend, I noticed that my front brakes were grinding, so I decided to change the pads (front) and shoes (back). Saturday morning I stopped by the parts store and got the parts, and then proceeded to my parents' house (since my Dad has a lifetime's worth of tools that I don't have). Well, the pads came off and went on very easily (I LOVE disc brakes). The shoes.... Well, I have a long-standing personal disagreement with drum brakes. See, I don't think they should exist any longer. Disc brakes are so much better, and easier to work on. SO. I changed the shoes on the driver's side; and, since I had been messing with the cylinder, bled the brake fluid a bit.
Let me interrupt myself to say that some people have commented that I don't know my own strength. My Wife has claimed that jars are easier to open when they are new compared to after I have closed them. My Brother has compared me to Lenny (_Of Mice and Men_). A smart Lenny, that is. I just think of myself as an average strength kind of guy. Doesn't everyone think of themselves as average, though? Well, I have a tendency to get ahold of the tools with the weakest metal, I think. I claim this because things tend to break in my hands. What is that all about? Ok, so I might have a little problem acknowledging my own strength. Now, back to our story....
Having bled the brakes, I proceeded to tighten the bleeder screw..., a bit too much. So, I sheared the bleeder screw off, flush with the back of the cylinder. Garn. The solution, of course, is to replace the screw. But first I had to get the old screw out of the cylinder. To do that, I had to go buy a tap. Well, after about an hour of trying, I broke the tap off in the screw. Double garn! I got a bit upset at this, and decided to go inside and have a rest and a can of Dr. Pepper. Sigh.... As I attempted to open the can, the opener tab broke off without opening the can. Garnity garn garn garn!! I give up. I put the tire back on, and decide to give it a try again tomorrow.
Sunday morning, I take the task back up again. The first thing I must do is remove the tire I put back on Saturday evening. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? No, not even a glimpse of reindeer. I sheared off one of the lug nuts. Garnity garning garn garn garn!!!
And that's it. That all I broke. The rest of it went very smoothly. Thank you.
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This is Bob's blaugh. If you don't know Bob, you'll probably be offended by what you read here. Even if you DO know Bob, you'll probably be offended by what you read here (but you'll be prepared for it, hopefully). Having no notion of etiquette, I tend to do that. Having no desire to learn etiquette, I'll probably tend to do it for a long time hence.
