Drum Brake Pad Replacement DIY 1994 Chevy Caprice Wagon
Here is a condensed version on how to change the brake pads on a GM drummed braked car. This is on a 1994 Chevy Caprice Station Wagon with 11" ...
Captain Snoreball, Queen Stickflipper & me
Well, we got back from Big Bear around 11am today. My dad, Jean and I all camped at the Hanna Flat campground near Big Bear Lake on both Friday and Saturday night.
On Friday after I left work, I hurried home and as I was pulling into the complex my dad was waiting to turn in too. Jean had all of our camping gear piled up in the garage and the three of us stuffed it all into my truck. We normally carry all this stuff camping, but I’ve only been camping with one other person at a time, so we’ve always had room even after laying down both of the seats in the back. With three people it was a little more challenging because we couldn’t fold down one of the rear seats. We still managed to cram everything in, but I couldn’t see any daylight when looking into my rearview mirror.
My truck turns 6 in another 2 months, but it’s getting close to the time when I need to sink a little money into it so it’ll keep running. My brakepads need to be replaced badly and it seems like my rotors need some work too because when I stomp on my brakes (which seem pretty “soft” lately) the steering wheel shakes like the rotors are warped. I also need to replace the radiator, get the front right axle repaired (busted CV boot), and a few other things. I’m waiting until I get back from my RTW trip because I want to be in town to take care of any collateral damage the mechanic creates instead of having to wait for a couple of months. With the truck loaded down with tons of camping gear and the three of us, I was a little concerned about actually making it up into the mountains.
I couldn’t see anything behind me, so to merge in and out of Friday afternoon traffic in the IE was a bit of a test. With brakes don’t work so well, the heavier truck made it so I had to go much slower than I normally would. We finally made it to the base of the mountain and then started our climb up to Big Bear. When I went camping with my dad up near there last year my truck overheated because it was running around 4500 rpm the entire way up the mountain. On Friday afternoon I was ready for that, so I kept a close eye on the temperature gauge and pulled over into several of the pull-offs they have as you wind your way up the mountain. The temperature would rise a little bit, I’d pull over for about a minute and it would drop back down, then I’d get back on the road. We got to the little town of Fawnskin, on the north side of Big Bear Lake, around 5pm on Friday evening.
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