I know what that feels like in real life!
Someone and I borrowed Mum's truck for a job and wound up needing it for two other jobs too, so we've had it here at Casa de Crazy for the week. Thursday, we went to the dump to drop off some flood damaged stuff that had been cluttering up a friend's yard, and then down to my ex-mother-in-law's place to remove her old washer, dryer, and water heater and haul 'em to the recycling place (40 pounds shy of the minimum weight required to get paid, dang it). I mentioned the brakes feeling soft.
Then they were really soft.
Then they were practically non-existent. At peak traffic hour, coming home. Near an exit that is notorious for backing up onto the highway, prompting sudden stops.
No matter how hard I pushed the pedal, the brakes wouldn't catch. Umm...yikes!
Luckily, we made it home.
So Friday we checked the brake-fluid reservoir and found it bone dry. Someone had some brake fluid in his truck. A liberal application of said, a few depressions of the pedal, and we eventually had working brakes. Hurrah!
So today we went to the DMV, now call the DDS (Department of Driver's Services, as if that changes anything about the process) and got Someone his Redneck Central driver's license (you can read his take on that here). The Evil Genius was with us. I told him to keep a lookout for rednecks.
Nope, no rednecks here.
We were going to the recycling center, too, while we were in the area. Is it wrong to show up at the DMV with a pickup bed loaded with empty beer bottles? In a Bob Marley T-Shirt?
The folks at the recycling center let us drive right over to the glass alcoves to make unloading easier.
It was empty when we started...
I kid! Actually, we didn't add much to the pile, relatively speaking.
I like this one - it looks like it'd make a nifty puzzle.
As a bonus, we found out we can get free mulch there on weekdays...score!
What's the recycling like in your neck of the woods?