So, my brakes on the car had finally had it, and were protesting to me with each turn of the wheels, which meant several things: 1) getting up at 0:dark30am; 2) taking the car to the Goodyear shop, where it's "first come, first served" for some dorky reason; 3) paying money to fix the brakes and get an alignment while I'm at it (which is not the
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