As a friend changed the pads :) - Toyota Celica, 2.0 L, 1996
One of my friends decided to drive to Tomsk with his wife for the weekend.
In order to be sure of your brakes before the trip, it would be nice to change the pads. No sooner said than done. Wife on the passenger seat and forward to meet brand new brake pads at one of the very famous Novosibirsk service stations (so as not to dilute the action in terms of black PR, we will omit the name). Large service station with a separate room for clients. An hour and a half of waiting and flipping through magazines made my friend start asking questions to the administrator - like when it was seen for an hour and a half to change the pads. They reassure him that everything is fine - the master is already finishing and now the machine will be ready. So some amount of time passes, and in the meantime you want more and more in Tomsk, but patience remains less and less. An extremely positive person is already starting to switch to raised tones, to which the administrator, staring at the floor, issues the following phrase: "
in the center of the service station is his beloved with a view such as usually cars come out from under the press - there is no muzzle, no ass, the bobs are mutilated. I don’t know how it didn’t come to a fight, I would definitely grab a heavier piece of iron and begin to bury this service station.
Having installed the pads and not pumping the brakes, the master, having started, could not brake. reverse. same. with a fright, biting the trigger, the car begins to twist around the rack, collecting all the scrap metal caught on the trajectory.
Further? "Forgive us, you drove the car to us in this form, and here is the invoice for replacing the brake pads, please sign that you have no claims for replacement."
It happened the summer before last if I understood everything correctly. I lost contact with the narrator, so I don’t know how it ended. I know that there is a frame hanging over the desktop and in it the texture for replacing the pads :)
That is why I don’t like to give my car into the wrong hands and don’t give it away. But if I still have to, then I drive onto the lift myself and move out of there myself.
Once I myself drove down from the lift under the strict guidance of a STO operator, who somehow did not clearly loomed to me, and it was not possible to track the trajectory on my own, because the windows were
fogged up in the trash ... So I crumpled the rear bumper to Geleku, surprisingly to his owner ...) ) Who could only say with disappointment: "Well, what kind of tank is it that breaks down so much", looking at my whole ass ...))
Only an idiot will hit the muzzle, turn on the back and go again, and even "bite the trigger with fright."
The first reaction when it does not slow down is to throw the gas and pull the handbrake. In the service, they usually do not get very clear, IMHO would help. Yes, and such impudence is hard to imagine, especially after the words "I don't even know how to tell you everything, let's go - you will see everything yourself and move back towards the door leading to the workshop." Then he would have cheerfully handed out the keys and then sincerely wondered that it was so. It's hard to believe.