I might not have a classic '57 Chevy like Homer Simpson ...
But my '98 GMC Sonoma pickup gets me where I want to go ...
And today it let me stop there ...
Now that it has brakes!
There was a parade of twenties and fifties marching from marching from my wallet into the till of a hungry cash register. Cash tendered for services rendered!
I hate parades!
It could have been worse, much worse. I might have had scored drums. I might have needed calipers replaced.
All it took was new pads and rotors for the brakes and the driver's side broken stabilizer was replaced.
As for work, I was able to salvage most of my schedule. Out of three scheduled jobs I was able to get to two of them. According to Meatloaf : Two Out of Three Ain't Bad!
Meanwhile, my patchwork plumbing job is holding up. There is still a small leak, but since Monday evening it has only resulted in only about two tablespoons of water on the basement floor. The money I saved from calling in a plumber essentially paid for the brake job.
In front of every silver lining, there is a dark cloud.
I got to bed late last night and didn't sleep very good. I had to get up early to drop the truck off at the mechanic's garage. I picked it up and payed the freight at 12:30. I hit Wendy's for a burger and some fries before I started out for my two jobs. I made it home at 6:45. After a bit of supper, I drew up a quick sketch (above) and then I posted this brief recap of my day. It's 9:15 - I'm off to bed.