Brakedancing
Apr. 10th, 2004 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaWell, yesterday I managed to pry Andy out of bed (with a bacon and egg sandwich) around one o'clock, and we set on with the job of sorting William's brakes out. (For reasons of fairness, I should mention that Andy's been on nights this week so one was actually quite early to be getting up.)
For some time now, my car's been juddering alarmingly whenever I put the brakes on. It stops, and does all the things you'd want a braking car to do, but also scares the passengers since it feels like the entire car is shaking to pieces.
I mentioned this to Andy last week. Later that day, he found a sheered-off anti-judder spring on the drive where I park William. Aha, we thought. That'll be that, then. Actually, I rather liked the idea thar my brakes were juddering because the anti-judder spring had fallen out. I just hope the anti-car-turns-into-an-elephant gasket never blows.
So, jack up car, take off driver-side wheel, examine brake. Discover anti-judder spring still firmly in place, say "arse", make tea. It was around this time that my hair (wet from the shower) had begun to dry out sufficiently that the knot I'd tied it in fell out. It seems that tying your hair back when your hands are completely covered in engine oil is something which is detailed adequately in neither your standard health-and-beauty text, nor the car's Haynes manual.
However. Put wheel back on car, jack up other side, take wheel off. Discover anti-judder spring firmly in place. Say "arse" repeatedly. Extensive examination failed to find anything which wobbled, shook, clonked, or in any way looked untoward. Leaving us with two questions: why do my brakes judder, and who does the random spring belong to ?
We put everything back together, made more tea, and did sundry other bits of maintenance of a dull and routine sort. My brakes still judder, they also still brake. So yesterday was a bit of a no-score draw on the car front. Which is better than last week, which was definitely one to the car, and well over a hundred quid for a new alternator.
And today, the lovely Dad gave me a new SLR. Well, a new-old one, since mine was broken by a dryad a fortnight ago. It's a Praktika, like the dead one, but can function like a semi-automatic thus removing the necessity for juggling light meters. And apparently the Peckett is steaming this weekend, so I'm going to potter to the end of the road and take some experimental photos of it. Y'know, what with this photo competition and all, PROD PROD.
Right, the uncle has come round to show off his new toy, so I'm off to make "oooh" noises.
For some time now, my car's been juddering alarmingly whenever I put the brakes on. It stops, and does all the things you'd want a braking car to do, but also scares the passengers since it feels like the entire car is shaking to pieces.
I mentioned this to Andy last week. Later that day, he found a sheered-off anti-judder spring on the drive where I park William. Aha, we thought. That'll be that, then. Actually, I rather liked the idea thar my brakes were juddering because the anti-judder spring had fallen out. I just hope the anti-car-turns-into-an-elephant gasket never blows.
So, jack up car, take off driver-side wheel, examine brake. Discover anti-judder spring still firmly in place, say "arse", make tea. It was around this time that my hair (wet from the shower) had begun to dry out sufficiently that the knot I'd tied it in fell out. It seems that tying your hair back when your hands are completely covered in engine oil is something which is detailed adequately in neither your standard health-and-beauty text, nor the car's Haynes manual.
However. Put wheel back on car, jack up other side, take wheel off. Discover anti-judder spring firmly in place. Say "arse" repeatedly. Extensive examination failed to find anything which wobbled, shook, clonked, or in any way looked untoward. Leaving us with two questions: why do my brakes judder, and who does the random spring belong to ?
We put everything back together, made more tea, and did sundry other bits of maintenance of a dull and routine sort. My brakes still judder, they also still brake. So yesterday was a bit of a no-score draw on the car front. Which is better than last week, which was definitely one to the car, and well over a hundred quid for a new alternator.
And today, the lovely Dad gave me a new SLR. Well, a new-old one, since mine was broken by a dryad a fortnight ago. It's a Praktika, like the dead one, but can function like a semi-automatic thus removing the necessity for juggling light meters. And apparently the Peckett is steaming this weekend, so I'm going to potter to the end of the road and take some experimental photos of it. Y'know, what with this photo competition and all, PROD PROD.
Right, the uncle has come round to show off his new toy, so I'm off to make "oooh" noises.
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Date: 2004-04-12 02:09 am (UTC)But did you want it? Oh no. My Practica camera's not good some people.
Fussy, fussy...
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Date: 2004-04-12 03:20 am (UTC)Am I the only one who's always disappointed when that turns out to be single lens reflex, and not self loading rifle?
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Date: 2004-04-12 11:19 am (UTC)Go tree! Fight back from beyond the grave.