From a 5/25 email from Jack titled "Them's The Brakes":
What another time sucking nightmare of frustration this was - Lacey's calipers didn't wanna give up their pads, let alone their pistons - got em all out though - only got one piston out of the farm car's calipers so far - will briefly try again this am before i send them off and let a pro try - rebuilding calipers is dead-nuts easy to do - if you can get em apart.
The pads looked almost new - but I'll bet the last time this puppy was driven, the outboard pistons weren't moving at all.
Irony of ironies: right after this struggle, i went in the house for dinner and Caroline handed me a bottle of sparkling wine she couldn't get the plastic cork out of - "sure - I'll take it out to the garage and hit it with a torch and some PB blaster - then maybe an air hammer". She decided to have something else to drink with dinner.
I must say the arrival of this box was yesterday's only real bright spot:
The pads looked almost new - but I'll bet the last time this puppy was driven, the outboard pistons weren't moving at all.
Irony of ironies: right after this struggle, i went in the house for dinner and Caroline handed me a bottle of sparkling wine she couldn't get the plastic cork out of - "sure - I'll take it out to the garage and hit it with a torch and some PB blaster - then maybe an air hammer". She decided to have something else to drink with dinner.
I must say the arrival of this box was yesterday's only real bright spot:
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