A week ago I had the wagon out for a spin with my sweetie. We noticed the brakes were starting to make that scrunge-scrunge-scrunge noise so I figured I'd need to open it up fairly soon for a look-see. Then when I dropped her off at her house I noticed green fluid sitting in the bottom of the rim on the right rear wheel. Thinking it's impossible it could be antifreeze I check it out and it's oily. Ugh says I, it's either brake fluid or rear end oil. Time for a brake job so off to NAPA for supplies. And of course, this is all less than a week before the Mopar Nationals at Woodburn, and I'm going to take apart the only running Mopar I own.
* A quick aside, I am getting WAY too old to be doing brakes on the ground but the truck's still hogging the lift so I did it the hard way. Boy am I sore! *
Anyway, I start tearing the brakes apart and look around for the leak and there is none. The inside of the drum, the shoes and hardware, and the backing plates are dry as a popcorn fart. There was still decent meat on the shoes but I decided to do the brakes anyway. Two days later and we've gone from this moderately nasty mess...
To this!
And as always, my stalwart companion Mr. Spray Paint made his appearance to jazz up the drums. Who doesn't love freshly painted parts?
I pulled off the front wheels to make sure there was nothing going on there, and found brand new pads and rotors, no need to touch them. Doing the rears was a good decision, as the scrungey noise went away and it stops smoothly and quietly. And it's done in time to take it to Woodburn, yay!
* A quick aside, I am getting WAY too old to be doing brakes on the ground but the truck's still hogging the lift so I did it the hard way. Boy am I sore! *
Anyway, I start tearing the brakes apart and look around for the leak and there is none. The inside of the drum, the shoes and hardware, and the backing plates are dry as a popcorn fart. There was still decent meat on the shoes but I decided to do the brakes anyway. Two days later and we've gone from this moderately nasty mess...
To this!
And as always, my stalwart companion Mr. Spray Paint made his appearance to jazz up the drums. Who doesn't love freshly painted parts?
I pulled off the front wheels to make sure there was nothing going on there, and found brand new pads and rotors, no need to touch them. Doing the rears was a good decision, as the scrungey noise went away and it stops smoothly and quietly. And it's done in time to take it to Woodburn, yay!