Ok.
So lately i keep having one of those ‘wish I didn’t know that’ moments, kind of like the night I watched that show on the Discovery Channel about just how many times we’ve been on the brink of WWIII. Remember that time they were playing the ‘Full-on Apocalyptic Soviet Nuclear Assault’ training video at Norad* by mistake and dude was about to hit the big red button? Yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. I attribute this tendency to being my father’s daughter: every time I go out to my car, I automatically check the tires for flats. It’s just something I note every time I walk up to it, perhaps because I’ve had so damn many of them in my life. Recently, I’ve started to notice something else as well. As you may recall, I took that car-maintenance for chicks who don’t want to be treated like chicks class, and I did the brakes on Chico. Now that I know how they’re assembled, I’ve become painfully aware of this metal pin that holds the whole contraption together. Not to mention the fact that on many cars, it’s right there, depending on your hubcaps. On my car, you can see almost the full brake disc, as well as the pads. And that metal clip that’s nothing more than a piece of really heavy-gauge wire, without which your brake pads will very likely FALL OFF. This bothers me a lot. You can’t pull it off with your hands. You’d need pliers, or a big screwdriver would do to pry it. It might not actually be enough to kill the brakes, because the pad is kind of held in place because of its proximity to the disc. But still! You could do some damage. It’s right there. So I guess what I’m saying is that if I die in a freakish car accident because my brakes have gone out, you’re totally going to be a suspect just for reading this. Good day!Jenni * Um, I find the Norad kids’ coloring pages maybe just a little bit COMPLETELY FUCKED UP.