Belladonna will be changing her front brakes this afternoon after I come home from Mom and Dads.
She wants me around in an advisory capacity. She intends to do the wrench turning.
That will be a novel sensation.
Like many kids, she drives as if every foot of space between her and the vehicle in front of her is a personal insult, as if she was having to pay rent on the space.
The Grand Rapids metro area has about a million people living in it. Not a huge metro area but large enough to experience traffic congestion. Bella goes through a set of ceramic pads in the front about once a year. This time she got busy and did not address the issue in a timely way. She now has metal-on-metal grinding so she undoubtedly needs new rotors.
I hope the sweat equity of having to change the brakes in cold weather will encourage her to lift her right foot off the gas pedal sooner rather than slam it on the brake pedal at the last millisecond.
|Bonus picture showing variation in size and shape of black walnuts.|