Last Saturday my wife April, her friend Lisa, and I took off in Stuey, our trusty 64 Champ, to enjoy the bargain hunting found in the 100-Mile Yard Sale lining US 301 near our home. One deal we found was a cement mixer at an antique store in Lucama, NC. We didn't get it at the time, but April, the fixer-upper/construction guru in the family, wanted to go back today and see if it was still available.
So this morning she and I crawled in Stuey, fired him up and started backing down the driveway. It was then that it happened. As we were maneuvering between my daily driver and my daughter's car, I went to tap the brake...and the pedal went to the floor. I pumped it quickly a couple of times to test not only the brakes, but also my own senses...was I dreaming? Instinctively I pulled the emergency brake to halt our (thankfully) slow backwards drift and announced the obvious to April.
It was just moments later that I realized how fortunate we were. There had been no warning that the most important system on the vehicle was nearing a complete failure. We could have been anywhere and at any speed when it let go, and even worse, it could have been my wife, by herself, behind the wheel, as she often runs errands on Stuey.
I share this with you first to publicly thank the Lord for protecting us from harm. My second reason is to encourage all of you to not put too much trust in what are now at least 50-year-old safety systems. Even though my mechanic and I had inspected the lines previously, I had not done a complete check of the drums, calipers, etc. (I still don't know what happened, but my MC is all but dry. Have found no puddles, either.) Don't take undue chances: You may not be in your driveway when the brakes fail.
So this morning she and I crawled in Stuey, fired him up and started backing down the driveway. It was then that it happened. As we were maneuvering between my daily driver and my daughter's car, I went to tap the brake...and the pedal went to the floor. I pumped it quickly a couple of times to test not only the brakes, but also my own senses...was I dreaming? Instinctively I pulled the emergency brake to halt our (thankfully) slow backwards drift and announced the obvious to April.
It was just moments later that I realized how fortunate we were. There had been no warning that the most important system on the vehicle was nearing a complete failure. We could have been anywhere and at any speed when it let go, and even worse, it could have been my wife, by herself, behind the wheel, as she often runs errands on Stuey.
I share this with you first to publicly thank the Lord for protecting us from harm. My second reason is to encourage all of you to not put too much trust in what are now at least 50-year-old safety systems. Even though my mechanic and I had inspected the lines previously, I had not done a complete check of the drums, calipers, etc. (I still don't know what happened, but my MC is all but dry. Have found no puddles, either.) Don't take undue chances: You may not be in your driveway when the brakes fail.
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