So my two daughters attended the concert at Soldier Field Saturday. I had to pick them up from the train station early Sunday morning. I pull out of the driveway in my Concorde and hear a grinding from the rear passenger wheel. Park that car and take the Cobra to get the girls.
Today, my son and I pull apart the wheel assembly. Take the caliper off and the wheel is still grinding. Bad wheel bearing, right? I tell him to continue disassembly and I head up to AutoZone to order another bearing. Get back home and check out the disassembled bearing. It spins freely. WTF? We take a closer look and discover that whoever worked on the car before we owned it left a piece of an old parking brake shoe wedged in behind the new[er] shoes. After owning the car for months, the piece must have worked its way loose and was jamming the wheel up. Too weird.
So, when you are working on your cars and something seems obvious... maybe it isn't.
Today, my son and I pull apart the wheel assembly. Take the caliper off and the wheel is still grinding. Bad wheel bearing, right? I tell him to continue disassembly and I head up to AutoZone to order another bearing. Get back home and check out the disassembled bearing. It spins freely. WTF? We take a closer look and discover that whoever worked on the car before we owned it left a piece of an old parking brake shoe wedged in behind the new[er] shoes. After owning the car for months, the piece must have worked its way loose and was jamming the wheel up. Too weird.
So, when you are working on your cars and something seems obvious... maybe it isn't.