That’s The Brakes

How many of you ride with your left foot on the brake, and how many of you are practically perfect in every way like myself and keep your left foot on the floor unless there is a clutch involved?

I bet I have done a gazillion brake jobs over the years since I met my lovely wife Cindy, I would never claim to be a mechanic but Lord knows that I have learned how to do a brake job.

I stand and wave to my wife as she drives down the street, either on her way to work or the store and the tail lights burn brightly the whole way, she claims that she is not resting her foot on the brake pedal but the bright red lights tell a different story.

What else tells a different story is the frequency of the brake jobs I have done on our vehicles, it had gotten so bad that the “Lifetime Warranty” brake pads I bought at the parts house were switched out so many times that they in a sense asked me to take my business elsewhere.

I think the lifetime of my brake pad warranty could not be resuscitated.

They really didn’t do that but, I did see them cheering and waving as we drove out of town, the day we moved from New Mexico, I knew that I was going to miss those guys when I saw their faces in the red glow of our tail lights as Cindy drove past.

I remember doing the second brake job on our van, and Big Dave our good friend who lived across the street dropped by to help, this time we replaced brake pads, rotors, calipers, burned brake fluid, and the suggestion of the main driver for this vehicle.

I know many of you are thinking how much blame should be placed into Cindy’s lap, all I have to say is that the brakes on my truck were never changed, and when I sold it they were still stopping the truck just fine.

When Big Dave and I finished the brake job on the van and Cindy was backing out, he stopped her at the end of the drive, he had a nail gun in his hand, yes a brand new nail gun he was waving at the drivers door of the van.

Nice nail gun Dave, did you just get it Cindy said to him, nope I have had it for a while he smiled and continued, I thought I would save Jimmy a little money on brakes and go ahead and nail your left foot to the floorboard.

Cindy drove away and the taillights for the first time in a while remained off until she got to the stop sign, I guess we should have used the nail gun a long time ago.

A couple weeks ago Cindy’s Dad was riding with us to the store, he mentioned that he thought he heard the brakes making noise on his car after Cindy had driven it.

It’s not my fault that the brakes need changed on your car she said, that’s the breaks when you have a car that old, no darling when I see the taillights burning and smell that smell I say That’s The Brakes, and it wasn’t the cars fault.

Left foot or right, which do you use on the brake pedal?