When bad breaks to bad...er.
My brakes have been squealing a little bit lately when I back up, and rubbing at points when I am braking, so I figured I should replace them rather than waiting until the rotors are warped and I have to replace calipers and such too.
So I went shopping around for parts yesterday and I purchased sets of pads and rotors for $200 and tonight my brother came over and we started to install them.
The front pads and rotors went on relatively easily--the instructions included small clips which we later decided were probably meant for other set-ups and included with the box. Oh, well...
One of the back rotors was seized and had to be heated with a torch, then hammered on for about a half-hour, until finally it came off! The other one was sledge-hammered and it came off lickity-split.
Finally it was all done ... and the brakes are soft. :( So tomorrow I'll call around and see if I can find someone with an open time to bleed the brakes and such. I have plans for tomorrow and I'm nervous about driving the car in traffic (even at 35mph, it takes me 50 feet to stop.) My mom has offered to let me use her car tomorrow, so I may do that too, but her convertible is getting kinda crappy these days, but at least its brakes are good.
So I went shopping around for parts yesterday and I purchased sets of pads and rotors for $200 and tonight my brother came over and we started to install them.
The front pads and rotors went on relatively easily--the instructions included small clips which we later decided were probably meant for other set-ups and included with the box. Oh, well...
One of the back rotors was seized and had to be heated with a torch, then hammered on for about a half-hour, until finally it came off! The other one was sledge-hammered and it came off lickity-split.
Finally it was all done ... and the brakes are soft. :( So tomorrow I'll call around and see if I can find someone with an open time to bleed the brakes and such. I have plans for tomorrow and I'm nervous about driving the car in traffic (even at 35mph, it takes me 50 feet to stop.) My mom has offered to let me use her car tomorrow, so I may do that too, but her convertible is getting kinda crappy these days, but at least its brakes are good.