Well, I’m off to buy brake pads, and replace the bad ones on the van. Lucky for me, I don’t have a garage, and the temperature is below that which freezes water (and rear ends).
I also have a selection of tools that likely came from the dollar store. That, and a cub scout knife from the early 80s. It should be interesting.
Normally I would wait for help — but last night our brakes decided to skip the friendly “squeak” reminder, and go directly to “look, that car is trying to stop by rubbing two bricks together!” …wish me luck.