Goose. Anyway, I was reminded of that when I looked at myself in the mirror tonight before I got cleaned up. I fiddled away most of the day, then I started working on the Toyota brakes about 16:00 or so, after my nap. Got the front ones done and pulled the wheel off of the left rear and pulled to drum. Not too bad, not metal-to-metal anyway, but close, real close. And since I don't have the parts for the rear set yet, I thought that I'd call it a night, and hopefully find someplace that's open in the morning. I don't like doing brake shoes... the disk brakes are so much easier. No springs and things, no special tools... it'll probably take me six hours to get the rear wheels done, and it took about two for the front ones. Of course, I'm getting good at doing disk brakes. I've done enough of the shoe-and-drum type to know that I'm not good at those. I do have the special tools, though, if I can find them. However, as demonstrated, I do have another "special tool" that will come in really handy... the digital camera. So I will know how it all goes back together. This has always been a major problem for me when doing work on drum brakes... they have so many parts, and they all have to go together just so... or they don't work. Another problem with drum brakes is that you can't get by with just compressing the cylinder (although I'm going to try) but you have to bleed the damned brakes. That isn't too much of a problem with someone else helping, but it's a pretty dirty job. As you can tell from the picture, the whole damned thing is a dirty job. And the older I get, the more I hate getting my hands dirty. Already half of the weekend is gone. I'm used to having seven days off, of course, and this just doesn't seem right. I need at least two days to rest, right? Then I should have some more days off to play, and maybe work some. O'well. The bad with the good. And right now I'm pretty happy, I'm not bone-achingly tired when I come home after work, and I really don't need two days to rest up from the work week. So it'll work out eventually, once I achieve normalcy. Gads, what a thought! Me? Normal? Normal Doug? It just doesn't have the same ring to it as weird Doug. Maybe I'll grow to like it, though, y'never can tell about these things. I keep having people ask me how I like working days. I tell them how should I know after a week? Hell, it took me ten years to decide that I didn't like working nights...
Grease.
Gus.
Brown.
Is comin' to Town.
I know that there are more words than that, but I can't remember them. Actually, I'm not really sure that I ever knew them... but I do remember saying the previous words to my boys when I was telling them bedtime stories.
