My husband has decided this is the last time he is going to do his own brakes on his beloved *Fanny* – a 1982 Ford 150. He and his Vietnam-Veteran-Friend-Buddy-Driver-CH47- Chinook Pilot … gathered in the garage about 9:30… now in the course of 13 years, I have seen my husband accomplish this task – fast. A few maybe and that’s factoring in the unexpected. My husband and Cahill (first name Mike) wrapped up at 3:30 p.m. and I have been Florence Nightingale.
So, Cahill said (as he was leaving) “I am giving you one word of advice for the future…”Midas”. This morning my husband is grunting, groaning and generally making achy noises. Poor baby.