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Thursday, January 18, 2007

I'm not sure exactly why I happen to be wearing expensive and/or fancy clothes when I have car trouble, but it happened again. The last time I changed a tire I was wearing these hot little kitten heels with a brand new cowl neck merino sweater. It was in the parking lot of a great little shop off Parley's Way in Salt Lake, in the dark, and very cold. My annoyance kept me warm. This time trouble snuck up on me.

A little more than a week ago I noticed that even though my emergency brake was off, the brake light stayed on. In my hormonal haze I just thought there must be a short in the electrical--because I obviously wasn't driving with the emergency brake on, that would be stupid! Yesterday, I noticed that when I depressed the brakes I had to push all the way down. They were mushier than oatmeal. The brakes got worse through the day. I walked into Gary's office to ask his opinion when I remembered something. Three years ago my brake light did the same thing, it meant something, I was sure of it. I shook my head trying to remove the haze.

Gary started at the easy option: low on brake fluid ($2.99.) Then he moved to worst case scenario: master cylinder ($500.) He mentioned something about J fixing it. That's when I broke out the skeptical eyebrow. I love J, but he just doesn't have the patience to work on most mechanical projects. I said I would try to fix it myself...how exactly would I do that? He described how to fill the resevoir with brake fluid. Then he asked if I knew where the resevoir was. I said if I needed to, I could look up a picture online, that's what Google is for.

I drove cautiously to the auto parts store in the rush hour traffic and bought a big thing of dot 3 fluid. I was by far the cutest girl in the store with my fancy professional wear. Ok, I was the only girl in the store. After pushing my delicate white blouse's sleeves up, I carefully popped the hood. I opened up the resevoir and it was almost empty. I poured in the fluid and replaced the top. I pumped the brakes a few times hoping the fluid would work through. On the way home my brakes were still a little scary, so we decided to give my car the day off.

I called up my brother today and he told me that I needed to REALLY pump my brakes, multiple times, to get the fluid distributed. After that, I filled up the resevoir again. I pumped and pumped, then filled. Repeat. The brakes are back! I am awesome.

That's where the brake fluid goes, in case you wanted to know.

14 comments:

La Yen said...

You are my master cylinder

sue-donym said...

You Rock! Gary Rocks!

And thanks for the tip.

AzĂșcar said...

Today, of course, is a different story. I went to my midwives appointment this morning. My key fell off my chain inside my car and I didn't notice. Locked out. Thank goodness the Pleasant Grove police still answer key in car distress calls.

metamorphose said...

Oh bummer about being locked out of your car -hate that.

But mama mia! Look at you go woman!

Bek said...

Woman, you are amazing. Glad that the cops will open your car. That is usally when I join AAA :-)

~j. said...

my heeeero.

La Yen said...

Can I have your watch when you are dead?

compulsive writer said...

You and your delicate white sleeves are amazing!

Can you do anything about a recurring "Check Engine" light?

AzĂșcar said...

Yes, call Car Talk.

Rachel said...

Dude, you're awesome!

more caffeine, please said...

Anything from Parley's Way is awesome so I'm betting your shirt was as fab as your master mechanic skills. I always just start crying and call someone (like my mom) who's miles away and can't help. Oh wait, my husband isn't held captive by UofU football anymore and COULD actually come help a wife in distress now... I need to go check my brakes!

Geo said...

Jill of all trades.

April said...

It's always satisfying to rely on one's self, isn't it? Good job!

Lyle said...

Bravo!