brakes are for stopping
One time I was in Roanoke and going to school and my brakes made this grinding noise and I went to a mechanic and he told me I needed all sorts of things and showed me the grinded metal that was my roter or something like that and I paid a lot of money and wanted to throw up and cry.
Four years later I hear the grinding noise. I go the NEXT day to the mechanic. I call around first I mention needing a new roter thing a ma bob cause I've been here. I go where they tell me it'll be cheaper. I get an estimate that says no, not just the front ALL your breaks need new pads and thing a ma bobs and I gulp and call my mother. Who asks her husband who speaks to the mechanic and accuses him of ripping me off and tells him to put the wheels back on the car.
Nashville is not a huge city. I got that. I know. But rush hour is stop and go. And I drive in it twice a day. Not to mention in town driving that has things like stop lights. I need breaks. I've seen the grinded metal that is the roter thing a ma bob. Can metal on metal really stop you? Can it? Can it? I ask myself this as mechanic guy bussles around like guy with hurt pride. I bite my lip I ask how much to just fix the front.
Four hundred dollars later I call my mother who says that she knew I wouldn't be able to handle it and that I would get it fixed and that she wished she'd called right back and told me that in the morning she would come and get it and we would swap cars. I do too because now I'm walking a tight rope of money and I had/ have plans that need a lot of it next weekend.
I think the worst part is that I don't know if I was taken advantage of or not. When I made the call I made it as a "I can't drive right now, I'm scared to death to drive." So I paid four hundred dollars not to worry.
Worry is a crazy thing.
Four years later I hear the grinding noise. I go the NEXT day to the mechanic. I call around first I mention needing a new roter thing a ma bob cause I've been here. I go where they tell me it'll be cheaper. I get an estimate that says no, not just the front ALL your breaks need new pads and thing a ma bobs and I gulp and call my mother. Who asks her husband who speaks to the mechanic and accuses him of ripping me off and tells him to put the wheels back on the car.
Nashville is not a huge city. I got that. I know. But rush hour is stop and go. And I drive in it twice a day. Not to mention in town driving that has things like stop lights. I need breaks. I've seen the grinded metal that is the roter thing a ma bob. Can metal on metal really stop you? Can it? Can it? I ask myself this as mechanic guy bussles around like guy with hurt pride. I bite my lip I ask how much to just fix the front.
Four hundred dollars later I call my mother who says that she knew I wouldn't be able to handle it and that I would get it fixed and that she wished she'd called right back and told me that in the morning she would come and get it and we would swap cars. I do too because now I'm walking a tight rope of money and I had/ have plans that need a lot of it next weekend.
I think the worst part is that I don't know if I was taken advantage of or not. When I made the call I made it as a "I can't drive right now, I'm scared to death to drive." So I paid four hundred dollars not to worry.
Worry is a crazy thing.