I overdid a bit yesterday too.
Friends drove me to the airport when I wasn’t really strong enough on my own. It is two hours away at least. I am very very grateful. They kept my car. I drove them to the ferry and picked one of them up last Friday. My friend L said my brakes were suspect. Two days ago I drove to his house and he took a look. I mostly held a flashlight. The front brakes are fine but the back shoes were down to very thin. I got a crash course in brakes (2006 Scion, a very useful black box of a car) and we took the drums to be ground. We ordered brake shoes and the kit of annoying springs and things.
Everything was ready yesterday so he picked me up. I held the flashlight and then held the back of the pin for one particularly annoying and difficult set of springs. He is a very good mechanic, though not primarily cars. A cell phone picture of the brake before taking it apart and studying the intact one: useful tips. He also pointed out the blue paint. Someone added that in order to keep it all straight. We got it all back together and then tested them. It did need some tweaking to tighten the emergency brake to working order again. I got home at about 4:30pm. Whew!
So today I am tired again and rather achy, but not too bad. I may attempt a quiet day, though we never know what will happen. The best laid plans can be altered at any moment. I hope to recharge my energy today!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: recharge. And speaking of recharging, here are two experts:
And here I thought that photo was going to be a metaphor for putting the brakes on when you overdo it. Nothing like a little straightforward reality to make your day. That brake looks remarkably not rusty. When I changed brakes on a car I spent most of the time trying to get rusted parts apart without breaking them.
No, literal brakes. They were in good shape!
A real friend indeed. The gift of time and skill are immeasurable.
I can see how it works, but the adjustments were not a YouTube thing, at least not for me. Plus those springs!!!! We only swore once.
And we’ve been friends since our daughters started synchronized swimming, 18 years now.