tcianci
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Just wanted to pass this on to anyone who gets sidetracked while doing an important job:
I got a call from my middle kid the other day, seems she lost her brakes in a panic stop. She says the guy in front of her stopped short and she hit her brakes but they went to the floor. She says at the last minute the brakes "caught" again and she stopped without hitting anything! (I'm chaulking this one up to her guardian angles!)
So, I left my job and took one of the guys with me and went down to where she parked her car. She had already called her sister for wheels since it was her intention to be undeterred from her shopping trip. It turns out she lost a rear brake line. So, I drive her car home and the guy follows in my truck.
That night, I put the car up on a jack and some stands and hit everything with Kroil and then say a little prayer, (it's a 16 YO olds so I'm working against years of Massachusetts winters). The brake lines spun right off, so I measured stuff and headed to Advance auto parts (It's 8 PM by now) and proceed to buy 3/16 inverted flare lines because the lines measured .187 and the fittings measured .560, so I thought I was dealing with standard threads and the like.
The guy at the parts store didn't seem to know his *** from his elbow, so I went with my selection of lines. Well, I get the lines home and put my glasses on and discover that they are 3/16 lines but they are bubble flare, so back to the store. The guy says not only are they supposed to be bubble flare but they're metric too. I questioned having a metric fitting on an American sized line but I have been more wrong than that before. So the guy tells me what I need ( I even brought a fitting with me to match up the threads and I didn't like the way the original fitting felt in the new bubble flare union but the guy assured me I had the right stuff now)
Well, first I was wrong, now it was his turn... The lines were right but the fittings on them were wrong and cross threaded as soon as I tried to make them up. I was ticked at myself and the guy by now, plus it was raining and it was getting late.
Fast forward to the AM, I went to a real NAPA store and the guy immediatly had the right lines, so that night I re assembled the car (I'm into this for about 2 hours so far). Well since it was getting late again and all my family was either asleep or slaving to their social schedules, I called it a night.
NOW, on night 3, I decide I will bleed the brakes, of course between the age of the lines and my crappy (no doubt Chinese) bleeder wrench, I end up buggering up the bleeder before I get it out, so I throw in the towel and call it a night. (Oh yeah, I think this was the night everyone wanted me to take them out for ice cream so, I was sidetracked again but it did taste good)
The next morning, I head to NAPA again and ask for either bleeder screws or wheel cylinders, by this time I wasn't fussy. So I get some bleeders and Today I decide to finish the job. Lo and behold the Kroil worked it's magic on the other bleeder so I left it there. I got my middle kid to do the pumping and started bleeding. Something wasn't right and I was chaulking it up to her rookie status as a brake pumper. I couldnt get a pedal and by now I had pretty much used up the Dot 3 I had. I stand up to think about things and see a nice puddle of brake fluid right below one of the flare fittings. Dumbo here forgot to make that one up! NOW that meant another trip out to get some juice. I didn't have the guts to show my face again at the NAPA for fear of looking like a total jerk instead of just a harried Dad/husband/business owner and weekend wrench. Off to Wally world, got the juice and completed the job without incedent. I can't remember when a simple thing like this ever fouled me up for so long, I thought I was going to have to turn in my man card and padlock the tool chest!
So, as some of you have read in my other posts, I don't believe in brake flushes but it seems like I've done my first one!
Moral of the story: Pay attention, stay focused, use a good parts store and ditch any left over parts before your wife asks about them.
I got a call from my middle kid the other day, seems she lost her brakes in a panic stop. She says the guy in front of her stopped short and she hit her brakes but they went to the floor. She says at the last minute the brakes "caught" again and she stopped without hitting anything! (I'm chaulking this one up to her guardian angles!)
So, I left my job and took one of the guys with me and went down to where she parked her car. She had already called her sister for wheels since it was her intention to be undeterred from her shopping trip. It turns out she lost a rear brake line. So, I drive her car home and the guy follows in my truck.
That night, I put the car up on a jack and some stands and hit everything with Kroil and then say a little prayer, (it's a 16 YO olds so I'm working against years of Massachusetts winters). The brake lines spun right off, so I measured stuff and headed to Advance auto parts (It's 8 PM by now) and proceed to buy 3/16 inverted flare lines because the lines measured .187 and the fittings measured .560, so I thought I was dealing with standard threads and the like.
The guy at the parts store didn't seem to know his *** from his elbow, so I went with my selection of lines. Well, I get the lines home and put my glasses on and discover that they are 3/16 lines but they are bubble flare, so back to the store. The guy says not only are they supposed to be bubble flare but they're metric too. I questioned having a metric fitting on an American sized line but I have been more wrong than that before. So the guy tells me what I need ( I even brought a fitting with me to match up the threads and I didn't like the way the original fitting felt in the new bubble flare union but the guy assured me I had the right stuff now)
Well, first I was wrong, now it was his turn... The lines were right but the fittings on them were wrong and cross threaded as soon as I tried to make them up. I was ticked at myself and the guy by now, plus it was raining and it was getting late.
Fast forward to the AM, I went to a real NAPA store and the guy immediatly had the right lines, so that night I re assembled the car (I'm into this for about 2 hours so far). Well since it was getting late again and all my family was either asleep or slaving to their social schedules, I called it a night.
NOW, on night 3, I decide I will bleed the brakes, of course between the age of the lines and my crappy (no doubt Chinese) bleeder wrench, I end up buggering up the bleeder before I get it out, so I throw in the towel and call it a night. (Oh yeah, I think this was the night everyone wanted me to take them out for ice cream so, I was sidetracked again but it did taste good)
The next morning, I head to NAPA again and ask for either bleeder screws or wheel cylinders, by this time I wasn't fussy. So I get some bleeders and Today I decide to finish the job. Lo and behold the Kroil worked it's magic on the other bleeder so I left it there. I got my middle kid to do the pumping and started bleeding. Something wasn't right and I was chaulking it up to her rookie status as a brake pumper. I couldnt get a pedal and by now I had pretty much used up the Dot 3 I had. I stand up to think about things and see a nice puddle of brake fluid right below one of the flare fittings. Dumbo here forgot to make that one up! NOW that meant another trip out to get some juice. I didn't have the guts to show my face again at the NAPA for fear of looking like a total jerk instead of just a harried Dad/husband/business owner and weekend wrench. Off to Wally world, got the juice and completed the job without incedent. I can't remember when a simple thing like this ever fouled me up for so long, I thought I was going to have to turn in my man card and padlock the tool chest!
So, as some of you have read in my other posts, I don't believe in brake flushes but it seems like I've done my first one!
Moral of the story: Pay attention, stay focused, use a good parts store and ditch any left over parts before your wife asks about them.
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