32 years of doing my own brakes
and I have never heard a squealer.
My brake pads always announce their imminent failure by the crunchy grinding noise of the metal-to metal contact of the pad OPPOSITE the one with the squealer.
When I was in canada for the brotherinlaw’s funeral I learned they used mausoleii to hold the bodies in “cold storage” until they could inter them; at one time, they would dig graves for the winter and cover the holes based on how many people they thought might die in the winter.
I do brakes under the same plan. I try to gauge my brake jobs based on the liklihood of my having to do a brake job in the dead cold, and most of the time, I get lucky. Today, not so much- but at least I managed to get them done very quickly.
Once I’d like to hear the squealers, though. Just so I know they work.
They work. To my jaded ears, they sound much like antique cash registers being rung up. Ka Ching. Somebody in my business will be making some money…
Maybe if you tell the brakes they got a purty mouth
or offer ’em a plea bargain.
/rimshot
My brakes never go out. Now, with that said, I’ll end up having to replace the brakes of both the car and truck.
I only hear the squealer on other people’s brakes, never on my own. I also try to choose the time and place for a brake job rather than letting the machine tell me. Sometimes, I even enjoy drum/shoe set-ups. It’s kinda like doing a puzzle.
Usually the windows have to be down.
That’s 3 months out of the year, eh?
I had a girlfriend like that once.
Um, oh …..different “squealer”.
Nevermind.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Jim’s been listening to AC/DC again.
They’re usually broken off on my shoes. I blame George Bush, but it’s really more likely to be all the miles on gravel roads.