The screeching meant something

This Memorial Weekend we drove out to visit with my family. It was a good visit. Did me a lot of good to see my folks and get away from home and work.

But like I said, we drove my car out there. We headed out around 10:30am and got there by 4:30pm. It was really nice leaving in the morning instead of the late afternoon. And arriving close to dinnertime instead of late at night. It was all very nice. The kids were happy and not cranky. The Hubs was fresh and alert to drive the entire way. VERY nice.

Anyway, fast forward to the next day. We were supposed to meet up at BigSis#2 house to celebrate her birthday. But FIRST we wanted to check out the new house my folks, LilSis & Shorty were going to move into in October. LilSis came with us as Shorty was out at a track meet that day. We probably spent a good 45 minutes looking at the three models - not just their model. As we were about to head on out, the car rolled and made a strange noise. The Hubs stopped the car and we all looked at each other. He took his foot off the brake and the car rolled again and we heard the sound again. The car also shook as we rolled forward. Bad, bad, bad!

We ended up calling a tow truck because we didn't want to cause any more damage. We could actually see a scratch etched into the rotor all the way around. Thankfully, we were at the models so we could wait for the tow truck. Thankfully, Shorty was finished at the track meet so he could pick up LilSis and the kids and go up to BigSis#2's house. I stayed with the Hubs in case we needed to rent a car or something. Also, this would probably be the only time we'd have alone and awake together the entire weekend. We waited about 20 minutes for the tow truck and got to a tire shop that also did brake work. AND they were able to get to work on our vehicle right when we got there. Whew! BIG relief.

They analyzed the problem. Not good. Metal on metal. THAT was the sound we heard and the shake we felt. It would take them about 1.5 hours to fix, so we hung out. The Hubs and I realized that the screeching sound we'd heard the 2 weeks prior on our drive up to see his family was the precursor of the issue we were now having. It was the warning we hadn't listened to. But it was all good. WE were together when it happened. I wasn't alone with the kids. The issue didn't happen when we were driving up in the mountains. Blessings!

Once the car got fixed, we headed up to BigSis#2's house. The kids were having a blast with their cousins, their aunts, their uncles, and my folks. It was a good time, even with that little brake issue. It was a nice day.