tshelfer
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- Centennial, CO
- First Name
- Tim
- Last Name
- Shelfer
So I was having new tires put on my Honda today, at Discount Tire. About 5 minutes in, the mechanic came into the waiting room, looking for me.
Him: "Mr Shelfer, will you come with me, please?"
Me: "Uh, sure."
Him: "I need to show you something. Frankly, I've never seen anything like this before."
And by now, I'm imagining all sorts of horrors. A broken rotor? A badly bent wheel? Fluid streaming out of a McPherson strut? But I get out to the bay and he points to the front right wheel, and (check the picture if you haven't already) I see a pair of my own lock pliers bitten on to the backside of the upper brake caliper bolt. The mechanic is looking at me quizzically.
Me: "In case you were wondering, I changed the brake pads a couple of weeks ago. I guess I was wondering where those pliers were."
Him (looking relieved): "I was hoping that was all it was."
So, 2 1/2 weeks ago, I did a quick front brake pad change-out before taking my wife on a 10-day excursion to Taos. Those lock pliers held on for dear life for 1600 miles of Texas and New Mexico driving, at 80+ mph at times, over gravel roads, through construction zones, and over some humongous pot holes near Mora. Not sure what brand of lock pliers they are, but dang, they sure do what they're supposed to do.
Him: "Mr Shelfer, will you come with me, please?"
Me: "Uh, sure."
Him: "I need to show you something. Frankly, I've never seen anything like this before."
And by now, I'm imagining all sorts of horrors. A broken rotor? A badly bent wheel? Fluid streaming out of a McPherson strut? But I get out to the bay and he points to the front right wheel, and (check the picture if you haven't already) I see a pair of my own lock pliers bitten on to the backside of the upper brake caliper bolt. The mechanic is looking at me quizzically.
Me: "In case you were wondering, I changed the brake pads a couple of weeks ago. I guess I was wondering where those pliers were."
Him (looking relieved): "I was hoping that was all it was."
So, 2 1/2 weeks ago, I did a quick front brake pad change-out before taking my wife on a 10-day excursion to Taos. Those lock pliers held on for dear life for 1600 miles of Texas and New Mexico driving, at 80+ mph at times, over gravel roads, through construction zones, and over some humongous pot holes near Mora. Not sure what brand of lock pliers they are, but dang, they sure do what they're supposed to do.