29th September 2017
Up at the stroke of dawn, well that’s what it felt like, Larry and I set off in his smoke-filled Mercury for the parts store. I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, but as my vision became blurred, I had to gasp for as much clean air as the small gap in the window would allow.
We arrived at an anonymous looking building called “Auto Value”. It was the kind of place I expected Larry to frequent. It had no frills, just a sign and a door. I was nervous, not knowing if they’d heard of credit cards yet alone use them. I was thinking of things I could trade, but the only thing of value in Larry’s car was his pack of cigarettes.
However my worries were unfounded, the place was fully stocked, and our order was on the counter waiting. There were two really helpful guys chatting, and pretty knowledgeable.
Now that we had the brake parts he could at least get that part of the job done, whilst we sorted out the shock absorbers issue.
I went back to my projects, removing old tops and laying up new wood.
Kelli was away, so Larry had to resort to shouting to me while I was working in garage.
Larry is not used to shouting, as he then has to cough, and struggle to get his breath back.
He showed me that the driver-side disc was in good condition, and the pads were like new.
I can’t understand how anyone would only do half the job. So I had a spare disc to take back for a refund, hurray for me.
Another Lifetime to go 