There are few things sweeter than the satisfaction of a job well done. After at least two weeks of bugging my friend, Phillip, to help me get the additional hard drive working on the modded xbox and having him put me off and procrastinate(much the way I put other people off, I should add in all fairness), I finally got off my own ass and looked up the information and did it myself even despite my preliminary fears that it would be way over my head. Well, it wasn’t. I’m so heady with the pride of my own accomplishment that I’m thinking of replacing my own brakes. Why would I even want to attempt this? A mouthy someone at work told me that brake jobs are the biggest scam around, and that it’s a job that really anyone with half a brain could do for under fifty dollars in parts. I, of course, have half a brain (give or take a few percent) and under fifty dollars.
The last time I had the front and back brakes replaced it cost me nearly $300 and considerable inconvenience. Every time I think about handing over another $300 to someone to fix a car I paid a grand for, the prospect of cashing in on my own sweat equity looks sweeter and sweeter.