This morning I foolishly scheduled an appointment, at long last, for an oil change and tire rotation. The soonest I could get in was at 9:30 so I grabbed it. This worked out okay since it rained during the time I would have been in the pool with the class. Sadly, the fellow reported that my brakes were worn down and rotors needed attention. Hmmm....I am just not sure about this. These were not my usual guys with whom I have dealt so my eyebrows are up.
I have contacted my 'friend', Vince, who checked out my transmission and such for free not terribly long ago, to see if he can take a look at them for me. If he thinks they need work, and is not more expensive than the other place, he can do the work. I trust him! And, don't want to be ripped off OR put myself in danger. What a dilemma, to be at the mercy of mechanics!
While waiting for my car, I was cold so told the fellow I was going to sit at the picnic table while I waited. He said it was not too hot out yet, and I explained I wanted to be hot. But, then he warned me the table was rickety and to be careful sitting on it----yikes!!! There was NO WAY I was going to put my bulk on what was left of the benches. It needed to be hauled off, not sat upon!
The appointment was made for me to return on Friday for the brake work, which leaves me time to get another opinion on them. I took the earliest appointment, 8:00 a.m., when the brake technician comes in. My comment was that I should make the appointment for later so I could sit at Aron's Pizza to wait. The guy said, "You could make it for 11:00 when they open, but you don't want the first pizza of the day; you want to wait for the second or third one..." Immediately I replied, "I am getting the first brake job of the day by coming at 8:00!" and everyone laughed. I guess it's okay to have the first brake job (life vs. death) rather than the first pizza out of the oven....
