goldiloxgirl
5th July 2010, 06:08 PM
When last we left Goldiloxgirl, she was busy fending off an onslaught of hard springers. Meanwhile, having obtained temporary relief from Bump Stop Central- that dreaded beep beep beep that P38a owners know may strike at any time and transform their precious chariots into highly refined Go-Karts- our fearless female metallic warrior pressed on with other important repairs- repairs designed to make her Go-Kart stop.
Her introduction to replacing the front rotor and brake pads may have taken 36 hours- for one wheel- but the next hapless spinning disc was whisked off and replaced along with the pads in less than 40 minutes. With confidence rising, she quickly jacked up the rear of the car and replaced the pads on the left in under 15 minutes. This woman was cooking with gas and there was no stopping her. Finally she came to the right hand rear pads.
With the pads removed and the piston compressor in place ready to push the piston into to caliper, she paused. Deciding first to circumvent the reservoir overflowing, she unscrewed the bleed nut and set about pumping out excess fluid. It was only after she heard the clang of metal and observed the river of fluid gushing from the caliper that she realised one ought to perform this function whilst the caliper sits on the disc and not after the piston compressor has been installed. Needless to say, the braking force of the piston overwhelmed the tinny tool and the tiny piston soon found itself basking in the light of day.
With her female enthusiasm for conquering paths guarded by mortal men now dampened with brake fluid and with the assistance of a new brake piston compressor, she finally restored order to the chaotic state of braking affairs. That feeling of achievement, the sense of power one gains after having climbed Mt Range Rover, was once again hers. Sitting in the leather saddle, she held the wooden reins of her stead as it purred off into the night, knowing with certainty that mighty beast would come to a sure stop when she utters the command ‘Whoa’.
Kindest Regards,
Lani
Disclaimer: Goldiloxgirl is not qualified to give mechanical advice. If pain persists, seek independent technical support.
Her introduction to replacing the front rotor and brake pads may have taken 36 hours- for one wheel- but the next hapless spinning disc was whisked off and replaced along with the pads in less than 40 minutes. With confidence rising, she quickly jacked up the rear of the car and replaced the pads on the left in under 15 minutes. This woman was cooking with gas and there was no stopping her. Finally she came to the right hand rear pads.
With the pads removed and the piston compressor in place ready to push the piston into to caliper, she paused. Deciding first to circumvent the reservoir overflowing, she unscrewed the bleed nut and set about pumping out excess fluid. It was only after she heard the clang of metal and observed the river of fluid gushing from the caliper that she realised one ought to perform this function whilst the caliper sits on the disc and not after the piston compressor has been installed. Needless to say, the braking force of the piston overwhelmed the tinny tool and the tiny piston soon found itself basking in the light of day.
With her female enthusiasm for conquering paths guarded by mortal men now dampened with brake fluid and with the assistance of a new brake piston compressor, she finally restored order to the chaotic state of braking affairs. That feeling of achievement, the sense of power one gains after having climbed Mt Range Rover, was once again hers. Sitting in the leather saddle, she held the wooden reins of her stead as it purred off into the night, knowing with certainty that mighty beast would come to a sure stop when she utters the command ‘Whoa’.
Kindest Regards,
Lani
Disclaimer: Goldiloxgirl is not qualified to give mechanical advice. If pain persists, seek independent technical support.