Braking the Bank
Tomorrow I have to fork over 335 dollars for new rear brakes for my ugly black friend. Don't worry Doug, I went to a place that I know I can trust. The Element is there now, it'll be fixed in the morning. In the meantime, my vehicle of choice is a GMC Safari so lovingly referred to by Post Central employees as "The Rape Van." No side or rear windows, and a cargo area big enough for a small mattress. I feel like Uncle Rico driving this shizit. Buuut, at least I have something to drive, thanks Billy! Anyway, I hate to spend the money, but I do realize the extreme importance of being able to stop. It's funny though, the last couple days my brakes have been reaaaallly bad... as in metal on metal. Sooo, since hearing my brakes grind like Hillary Clinton's teeth in a cigar shop was so harsh on the ears, I tried to brake as little as I could. In these last few days, I fully utilized the learned art of downshifting or gear braking. For those who've never tried this, I challenge you to see how little you can use your brakes when going from 70mph to a full stop! It's kinda fun!
I had a blast laughing my ass off at Comix Cafe tonight with Justine and Laura. I needed a good laugh, so that was a lot of fun, thanks ladies! Anyway, I'm headed for bed... gnight everyone!
PS - For those who wanna know, call or IM me and ask me what this group of chicks said on the way back to my car, lol!
I had a blast laughing my ass off at Comix Cafe tonight with Justine and Laura. I needed a good laugh, so that was a lot of fun, thanks ladies! Anyway, I'm headed for bed... gnight everyone!
PS - For those who wanna know, call or IM me and ask me what this group of chicks said on the way back to my car, lol!