it’s who you know
November 18, 2010
I think we’ve established my credibility as a handyman.
That is, we’ve established that I have none. Sleepy came over to help me cut some wood once, and told me to go grab the skill saw from the truck. I came back with a handsaw. Because it requires skill to use it.
Anyway, the brakes started squeaking in the Subaru a few months ago, which is always an awkward moment for me, since I figure, hmm, pay someone like $200 bucks to change my pads, make me feel like an idiot for asking why he has to turn the damn rotors again, or should I just keep riding the brakes until the squeaking goes away.
It’s a conundrum.
So I IM’d Mark, who also has a Subaru Outback.
“Hey, who do you have do the brakes on your car?”
“Nobody. I do it.”
“Get out. Really? How much does it cost you?”
“About $20 bucks and 2o minutes.”
“SHUT UP! What’s it gonna take to get you to help me do mine?”
“I dunno. Just bring it over.”
So I stopped at an Auto Zone and bought pads for $20, and took the car to Mark’s house. And 20 minutes later, bien voila! New, non-squeaky brake pads.
I gushed, “Sweet! Next time, I’ll change the pads and you supervise. You know. Teach me to fish.”
I bought Mark some sweet Ergon grips for his mountain bike as a thank you. So when the Landcruiser started squeaking, I called Mark again.
“Sure, come on over.”
This time I took my own floor jack (which I picked up at Costco once when I was buying rolls). You know, to contribute.
Rachel brought out eggnog and pastries, we all talked movies, books, biking, and skiing, and Mark pulled up a stool and started in. One pad seemed fine, and the other pad was weirdly worn at a very odd angle. I think I may be over-pronating when I step on the brake pedal.
About halfway through, Mark stopped and said “Hey, weren’t you going to do it this time while I supervised?”
“Um. What, that? Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. How are those Ergon grips working out for you?”
I think we’ve got it worked out.