It’s not a nice feeling when you need to stop your car and your brake pedal goes all the way down to the floor. I got that feeling today. So my car is in the shop.
Tomorrow I was going to drive down to Keyport on the Garden State Parkway and treat us to some superb sea food from the Keyport Fishery. I try to look on the bright side. If my brakes had waited just another day, and then failed me on the Parkway, it might’ve been adios, muchacho, for me. Thankfully we have a reliable mechanic who’s serviced our cars for forty years. Whatever’s wrong, he’ll fix it.
*Sigh* It was Aunt Joan’s car originally, a 1999 Taurus. She didn’t get much use of it. I’ve tried to take good care of it, but we have no garage, it’s year-round exposure to the elements, and parts wear out.
The last time I had this experience, I owned Uncle Bernie’s car and had driven all the way down the Parkway to see my mother. I didn’t find out I had no brakes until I started back home. Made for an unsatisfactory conclusion to the day.
At least I didn’t get killed.
Thank God you weren’t hurt! (And that’s a prayer.)
At my age, my own parts are wearing out faster than my car’s parts. (Sigh.) But at least my own parts will some day be reassembled in better shape than ever in Heaven. 🙂
I wonder if we’ll have cars in Heaven. It would be hard on me, though, to pick my favorite car. All the one’s I’ve had have served me well.
Thanks for your prayers, Phoebe.
Yes, amen to that prayer. I have had plenty of car problems in my day, but never yet had brakes go out. Not a good feeling, I’m sure.
I happened to be going very slowly when it occurred. Not nice at all!
Good thing you caught it when you did.
I’d just come off Route 1 when the brakes began to fail.
That’s scary, when the pedal goes to the floor. Let’s hope its an easy fix.
Glad it didn’t happen on the Parkway at 65 mph.
Was it all of a sudden, no warning?
There did seem to be a certain looseness in the brakes, which caused me to be careful–because I’d had this experience a few years ago with another car. When the brakes start to act a little bit funny, slow down.
When I was first married all we could afford were old used cars, so I know from experience what it is like when the brakes hit the floor. When cars back in the day did that you could usually pump the brakes back up by wildly hitting the brake pedal with your foot as fast as you can. I never learned to change my own brakes – never cared much for working on cars. I do like keeping them clean and looking good.