Awwww thanks y'all, very kind of you all!
Wife was a trooper 'cause it was roasty hot (95F), but when we got there and found a shady side street
to park in, I took her down to the fancy historic joint in town and we ate dinner in dang near freezing a/c
comfort:
Hales Springs Inn/McKinney's Tavern is one of those couple hundred year old historic joints where
presidents have stayed and all that....
It's also home to a damn $15 hamburger.
Afterwards, we took Fred by the store to fetch some stuff on the way home and he put on a show
all the way down Main Street. He really draws attention between that color and the exhaust barking....
The local "no ethanol" gas station pumped $30 in him and the needle on the gas gauge came up off
E....a little bit.
Some nice folks came by the car to chat upon occasion, all being very complimentary and kind.
Folks are just folks here...
Anyways, the brake pedal is the highest and firmest I have ever witnessed in the dozen years I've now
taken care of Fred. The shoes aren't biting too hard yet (remember, I sanded them down to smooth again,
so they'll need to bed in with my raggedy old drums), there is no pulling going down the road and there's
just the slightest bit of a tug to the right (yes
@khryslerkid - the
right!) when I hit them hard.
That's ok, just means I adjusted that side a little tighter than the left.
It's barely noticeable, but I was in hyper-sensitive mode, the way you get after you've been working
on a car...
They'll settle down with use.
We managed to beat a heck of a pop-up thunderstorm home, too. Fred got a few drops on him is all.
All in all, a hot and sweaty, yet very relaxing and enjoyable, evening.
I think all three of us needed that.
