When my brakes wore out last time, they made an unreal screeching sound that you could literally hear from one side of a mountain to another. I remember clearly, very sloooowly driving up the Going To The Sun Road in Montana with Thanan in the back seat and due to a massive back log and construction, I had to constantly apply my brakes. Omg, the headache I got from the continuous squealing. Terrible. And embarrassing. But easy to diagnose. When your brakes sound like a thousand bald eagles are descending upon your vehicle, that's a brake job in the waiting. All 4 brakes replaced and about $450, I was on my way again, with great stealth once more.
Two weeks ago, I went to put my summer tires on my car and in tightening one of the lug nuts, it completely sheered off one of the studs. I didn't know how to fix that, and was in a slight panic because right now more than ever, I need my car. So I took it to the only place in town that had a stud, Canadian Tire, and they fixed it and I was on the road again, $150 later.
Within the past week, I've noticed another bird call sound coming from my car, it started just being on occasion, but now it's almost every time I brake. This time, I'm thinking it's the gentle yet high pitched chirp-whooping sound of the disc brakes on the back, coincidentally coming from the same location as the tire that I had the trouble with. So tomorrow I'll take it in. Maybe it's just a rock. Maybe it's the callipers slightly sticking as a result of them fixing the stud. Maybe it's the fact that I need another set of brakes. Tomorrow we will see. For the first year in a long time, I'll be getting back an income tax return. Good thing too, because I'm pretty sure I know where it will be going.
The whole ting's ironic, because last month, I paid off my car, finally. Since then, I've had a few things already go wrong with it. It's like it knows that I finally have that extra payment money, so it's going to make sure to use that all up for me. Joy.