Shoes Without a Soul

The right rear made a horrible grinding noise and tended to lock up, especially on wet roads. We’re already getting sued for a rear-ender, we don’t need that to happen again, and the brake guy told me a year ago the drum was just about at the end of its life, so I figured, fuck it, let’s have a look. Raised the truck, took the wheel off, got a good grip on the drum and pulled. Pulled real hard.

Pulled for two days. Finally it came off in a clatter of shoes and clips and springs bent awry by the awesome forces I applied. Yes, I had backed off the shoes. Undid the little adjuster thing all the way. That puppy was stuck, baby. Yet when I looked at the inner workings, no discernible damage. WTF? I don’t even know why they were grinding.

But the machine shop says the drum is tweaked and I need a new one. No surprise except I probably tweaked it taking it off. Whatev. There’s no skimping on brakes. Especially if it’s the vehicle my kid drives.

All that was just to explain the black smudges on my fingers. Now we change the subject to symphonic heavy metal hybridization and a quick image search to find out what sort of creature has such a euphonious voice and, as I said once before under similar circumstances but can’t find the post right now, oh ... my ...