Alfred

I will keep this brief. On Saturday, I went home to replace the four sets of brakes and rotors on my car. The whole excursion took about from 10 to 6 with some breaks and lunch. The whole process was not without its hitches, but in the end everything turned out okay.

The rear rotors were tricky because Dad had never done rear rotors before. We almost gave up after the first one because we couldn’t get the damn caliper off the rotor after taking the mounting bolts out. Well, we muscled it off eventually and did the one side. Dad went inside to rest his back, and I tackled the other side. It’s complicated to explain over the blog, but I finally figured out how the damn thing worked. It was like a puzzle. I had to keep the mount bolted in in order to take off the brakes, then I had to unbolt the mount to take off the rotor, then I swapped in the new rotor and bolted in the mount, put on the new pads, bolted in the caliper and bam…done. It was weird that the rotor wouldn’t spin without the brake mount on, but Dad and I had a good laugh and it was surprisingly fun overall.

My thighs are sore from squatting all day, but what can you do, right? I’m proud of the work I did, and it felt good to do it on my own (or at least 80% of the work). Later!