Mechanical Marissa
It seems that every week with my boyfriend, I learn cool new things. This week it was auto mechanics.
Recently, Erik's car has been making funny noises when he has been driving it. One of the front wheels was making the most awful grinding noise. When he took a look at it, it turned out that the front brake pads were worn right through, and beginning to scrape the rotor on the driver's side wheel.
Rather than get ripped off by taking the car in for service, E decided to replace the pads himself. This is the first time he has ever attempted it. After getting ripped off by Kragen (they were charging 40 bucks for brake pads, and only offered a 2 year warranty that did not include wear) he called around and found that auto zone sold the pads for half the price with a lifetime warranty that did include wear.
So we drove to the deserted office building across from his apartment and set to work changing his brake pads. I helped! Granted, I was hardly needed, but I did contribute, and didn't get in the way. Plus, I provided entertainment. I did my best mechanic impression by scratching my crotch and grunting while E was on the phone with his dad getting advice.
Next week, we are going to change my brake pads, which desperately need it as well. Today's little tutorial made me rethink the whole notion of taking my car in for service. It wasn't very difficult, and it was only a fourth of the cost of taking it to the shop. Makes me think I should become a little more interested in the workings of my car.
Recently, Erik's car has been making funny noises when he has been driving it. One of the front wheels was making the most awful grinding noise. When he took a look at it, it turned out that the front brake pads were worn right through, and beginning to scrape the rotor on the driver's side wheel.
Rather than get ripped off by taking the car in for service, E decided to replace the pads himself. This is the first time he has ever attempted it. After getting ripped off by Kragen (they were charging 40 bucks for brake pads, and only offered a 2 year warranty that did not include wear) he called around and found that auto zone sold the pads for half the price with a lifetime warranty that did include wear.
So we drove to the deserted office building across from his apartment and set to work changing his brake pads. I helped! Granted, I was hardly needed, but I did contribute, and didn't get in the way. Plus, I provided entertainment. I did my best mechanic impression by scratching my crotch and grunting while E was on the phone with his dad getting advice.
Next week, we are going to change my brake pads, which desperately need it as well. Today's little tutorial made me rethink the whole notion of taking my car in for service. It wasn't very difficult, and it was only a fourth of the cost of taking it to the shop. Makes me think I should become a little more interested in the workings of my car.
posted by Marissa at 7:19 PM
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