I changed the brake pads on my car Monday night. Seemed to go smoothly, only took about an hour of work. But then when I gave it a test drive the front right caliper self-destructed and would release. The seals were rotten and it was all corroded and rusty. And by that point all the auto parts stores were closed. Luckily I did the job at my brother's house and he let my borrow his ancient terrible pickup truck to get to work Tuesday.

So yesterday I called all the parts stores until I found one that could get the right calipers for me the same day, picked them up on my lunch break, and headed back to my brother's after work. I replaced both front calipers since the other looked bad too, but has a minor setback when one of the caliper mounting pins jammed in the mounting bracket and broke off, so I had to find a store with a mount bracket in stock halfway through the install. But I got it all back on and my brother lent a hand to flush all the brake fluid and bleed the new calipers. And we finished around 11.

So this morning I was able to wake up too early and drive my own terrible car to work. It's slightly pathetic how much goes into a car worth so little, but oh well. I did recently discovered my car is still worth more than its weight in chicken shit, and that's comforting.