It was kind of a crazy day, having to turn my truck into the auto service place and getting to/from work. I am reminded again why I hate taking BART. BART itself isn't too bad, but every single shuttle driver I've ridden with drives like a complete crazy. They drive as if the devil himself were chasing after them. Needless to say, I was a little green and naseous when I finally reached the SSF BART station. On BART, I proceded to fall asleep until the North Berkeley BART station.. it was a lovely nap.

For those of you that don't know, my brakes had been squealing horribly whenever they were used. Driving around Berkeley was getting to be quite obnoxious - combining the earth rattling sounds of my diesel engine, and my brakes which were reminiscent of long nails scraping slowly down a chalkboard. So, not only did the tree-hugging hippies hate me, normal Berkeley people hated me as well for poking holes through their ear drums.. understandable.

So, $250 later, I have silent brakes.. which leaves only the roar of my badass engine rumbling through traffic... *rrrawwwrr* *RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRR*

tee hee.