The Brake Job from Hell.
This story kind of starts slow, and then peters out all together. But I'll still post it.
Not much of a story behind it. I had to do a brake job on my Talon. I had taken it to a shop the week before with the intention of getting the rotors machined (the fronts were warped quite badly), only to have them tell me that all four rotors were below minimum thickness, that the rear pads were close to metal-on-metal, and that the rear calipers were stiff and possibly needed replacing.
So I took it home (I'm not going to let
any shop do a brake job for me. It's simple enough that I can do it myself). Went to the local parts store to find that half-decent parts were going to completely blow my budget. So I went online, with pleasant surprises. Ordered up some rotors and pads off of The TireRack, and started waiting. Less than a week later (Keeping in mind that these had to go across the border, so I was quite impressed with the shipping times), the parts were at my door along with a $110 tax and excise bill. The theiving bastards at UPS charged over $50 in brokerage fees to bring my parts across the border. Last time I use them, as my dad and brother have ordered parts from the 'States many times previously using FedEx, etc without being charged for excise and brokerage.
Anyway, the parts arrived on a Thursday. I wisely held off the job until the weekend.
Saturday morning, 9:00 AM. Get up, get in the car, and run to the parts store to get some brake fluid and paint for the calipers, and to go to the junkyard to pick up a headlight socket for my car. Not only did the junkyard have the wrong socket (for the
second time, and after waiting almost two weeks for them to get the second one in, lose it, and find another), but I had to hit up two parts stores to get the right paint.
Head home, pull my car into the garage, and put one side up on jackstands. Remove wheels, and grab the camera. I wanna get some pics of my shiney new parts before they go on.

The wheels are on my summer 'To Do' list. All four have damage in the form of chips, stripped/scratched paint, or corrosion on the machined lip. I intend to refinish them instead of buying aftermarket wheels.

Brembos! After doing some research, I decided on Brembo OEM-replacement rotors & Akebono ProAct pads for the rear, and Brembo slotted gold-finish rotors & Satisfied GranSport 6 pads for the front. It cost me a little over $150 extra to buy these good parts over the el-cheapo parts from the local parts store(s).
The back rotor wasn't bad to get off, but the front rotor(s) required heating and a large hammer. The closer I look at all the rotors, they were due for replacement. The rears weren't wearing very well and had fairly small contact patches, as well as excessive corrosion on the backs. The fronts, other than being warped, didn't look as bad.
After this, I put the camera down. I wasn't about to get black fingerprints all over it.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, I had the front corner assembled, and was attempting to put the pads back into the rear caliper. Sticky, as the shop said. Too stiff. I took the barrels and sliders out, to find patches of corrosion. "No problem," I thought. Some emery cloth and sandpaper should do the trick. Or, not. Try as I might, and even after smoothing the barrels, I couldn't get the calipers to retract enough to fit the rotor between the pads. Screwdriver, hammer, etc. Nothing else I could think of, including draining the caliper completely, would make it retract.
Drive down to the parts store (good thing for the fleet in my driveway, I've often got some sort of spare to drive in a pinch), order up some rear calipers to arrive in a couple hours. $130 each plus core. That's almost as much as my front rotors cost. And I'm not about to do one and not the other, because that will surely backfire. So I order both and head home, and unbolt the front caliper to paint it black, as 'rust' isn't in my acceptable color palette. Rough up the metal, remove the excess chipping metal, and mask off the fender well. Give the caliper a few coats, and start disassembling the old rear caliper.
Shortly after, I pick up the new calipers (Ooh, Raybestos. Both better and cheaper than the competing stores) and head home. The day is pretty much shot, but I assemble and install the one caliper and go to bleed the front drivers' side. And the bleeder screw shears off. Frickin' Frickin' Frickin' crappy aluminum. Why the hell would they put aluminum bleeder screws in!? At the very least, it broke off in the sealed position, instead of open. And, of course, the screw extractors are an half an hour away at my dad's work. Frickin' aluminum. So I proceed to get the smallest blade screwdriver I've got, and a hammer, and proceed to chip off and drive in the remainder of the bleeder whilst trying to remove it. ****. By now, they day is completely shot and I've neither had lunch or dinner, and I had plans for the evening. Not involving my car and it's crappy bleeder screws.
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Sunday. I hit my snooze button. Twice. Then pull the power cord on the alarm and shut my eyes again. Too late of a night last night? 10:30 by the time I'm out of bed must mean so.
I put the wheels back on the one side, and jack up the other side. I can deal with the bleeder at a later time.
Unbolt the calipers, gawk at my very nearly metal-on-metal rear pads, and think to myself that most cars had squealers by this vintage. Not all, apparently. Both rotors are frozen onto the car, and the front requires heavy persuasion to leave its' place. I assemble the rear brake and caliper, and prep/mask/paint the front caliper before putting the new rotor on. The front calipers appear to slide smoothly, and have the full range of motion. A good sign. So I pop the new pads in over the rotor and bolt the caliper back in place.
And go to bleed this side. Back goes smoothly, as a new caliper should, but the front has... an issue. This time, the bleeder screw doesn't shear off, but instead strips completely. While retightening it. After bleeding. Frickin' frickin' frickin' frickin' aluminum. And it's not tight. I've got brake fluid coming out at a steady dribble both through and around the screw. ****. I try tightening it more, to see if I can grab a thread or two. I try unscrewing it, but no success. Much swearing, a foul attitude, and pool of brake fluid later, I've got the caliper off and the line capped. So I put it in the vice and try a bit more to get the screw out, but again, so success. **** it, I don't want to deal with this.
So I call up the parts store. For the second time in two days. The front calipers are actually cheaper than the rears, and will be in tomorrow (As it was a Sunday, and they had shortened hours). Oh well, the day was about shot, anyway. So I take the wheels outside and clean them up, and discover that there is a small flat spot of mud built up on one point in my wheel. I ponder if this is part of my wheel balance problem as I hit it with the hose. It is, as it turns out, as now my car is dancing at highway speeds, which means the shop I had them balanced at didn't bother to clean the wheels before balancing them... Lazy pricks. Last time I ever set foot there. My nice sunny Sunday is about shot this time, so I do some cleanup, and find some dinner (No breakfast or lunch makes Slicks a hungry kid). Relatives were arriving about this time, anyway.
Monday. I'm scheduled to work 8:00 - 4:30. But I'm getting a ride with a friend, who works at 7:00. So I'm up at 5:00 and picked up shortly before six.
Frickin' aluminum.
Work past 5:30 until my ride arrives, and head home. I'm nicely surprised to see that my dad has assembled the front brake in question. I do the second (If you're gonna do one...), and bleed the brakes, air up the tires, and torque them before going out to bed in the new pads, getting back shortly before 10:00. Longest. Day.
Evar.
Clean up the shop a bit, go inside, and promptly fall asleep on the couch.
I was able to clean up my car yesterday, and got a few shots of it and the new brakes (kinda).
The rotors appear to be wearing in evenly:
Overall, it wan't a fun way to spend a weekend and almost $1000. On the bright side, the new brakes are very smooth and straight. I havent' hit them hard yet, as the bed-in instructions for the GranSports warn against heavy braking in the first 1,000 miles. But they show promise, and will be put to good use when I start autocrossing the car in a couple months' time.
I've already obtained some parts for my next upgrade, only this time a substantially simpler one. It involves replacing the rubber bushings that mount the shifter to the body with machined metal ones, that supposedly make the shifter tighter, with improved accuracy. Ordered up from the 'States again, from the only supplier of these, and unfortunately shipped via UPS again. $25 excise charge ontop of a $40 set is absolute BS, in my opinion. But it's paid for and the parts on my desk, and I'll hopefully get around to it on the weekend.
At some point after that, I'm going to sent the car to a shop to have the clutch done, as I have absolutely no desire to transmission, transfer case, driveshaft, and more to get at the clutch. There has been intermittant slippage when I'm at WOT on the highway, so I know it's coming down the pipe eventually. That, and a boot on the passenger side axle is starting to split, but that can wait a couple months, or until it starts making noise.