Lemme tell y'all motherfuckers bout my day.
I took a mental health day from work because a friend of mine that moved to Colorado was back in town for a couple weeks. He's a tech that used to work for Funktion Auto, then Wisko when they bought them out, Wisko will occasionally fly him back to the east coast to work when they take the Radicals to VIR or wherever. The guy that bought the shop that Wisko used to be in kept him around for another week to get some of their stuff done. So in short, I was heading to visit an old friend in the same shop he used to work in but it's not that shop anymore, got it?
Halfway there, on a big empty 4-lane road I decide to give the brakes a little stress test and strip off any lingering rotor rust from washing it last weekend. The pedal feels normal initially then I hear a POP, and the pedal hits the floor. I had maybe 5% braking capability left, with the pedal on the floor it felt like you were maybe dragging a few cinderblocks or something behind you.
I coasted down and pulled over to check it and found fluid all over the left rear wheel. I was close enough to the shop that I figured I could coast it the rest of the way. And by the grace of the cruel yet merciful NOVA traffic gods I managed to get there without catching any lights.
I get there and inform my friend I'm no longer a visitor but a customer, and agree to pay full shop time so I'm not stealing him away from what he's supposed to be doing. (In the old days he'd usually hook me up on the side.)
We take a look at it and find this bullshit:
I don't know if it was rubbing against the hub or if it just failed suddenly. The RRT guy I talked to said he had seen this happen with the BimmerWorld lines, and they don't use them there. Wonderful.
However, this time by the grace of the cruel yet merciful BMW gods, they happened to have a set of Goodrich lines they had broken apart for a track guy that had the same sort of failure with his front lines. So I borrowed a car and went to retrieve it.
Then up in the air she goes.
We installed the new line and looked over everything for any more signs of rubbing. Just to be safe we sleeved both lines in some spare fuel hose to give it a little extra protection. We bled it with $baller$status$ Motul 600 cause that's what the shop had.
I coasted home appreciating the nice firm pedal feel from brand new fluid, but for some reason not really in the mood to do a full stomp test on them like I normally would. $187 for labor and fluid, $32 for the replacement line, approximately 20 miles driven today, so a rough cost of $10 per mile. I put it back where it can't cost more money or actively try to murder me.
Closing thoughts.
1.) Although that easy scores in my Top 5 buttpuckering incidents that have gone down in this car, it is incredibly fortunate I was doing a brake test on a quiet 4-lane road, not dive bombing an off-ramp, as I am sometimes wont to do. I easily could've been just a yellow smear on a concrete wall today.
2.) Me and this guy Corey are virtually the only two people to touch this car in the past 5 years. He's the one that helped me install and torque down my head when I did the headgasket, and did all of my welding/alignments/tire mounting and other stuff I couldn't do at home. Not only does it have the decency to wait to try and kill me when I'm already headed to a shop, it does it when it's going to see it's old friend. It's just weird is all.