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May 02, 2008

Tick...tick...tick

Ever since I had the Lazy Daze' front brake rotors turned back in Demopolis AL I've been hearing this light tick..tick..tick from the left front wheel when passing a concrete barrier with the drivers window open. I jacked the wheel up and rotated it and I could hear the tick but I couldn't see into the wheel assembly well enough to definitely identify it. I was pretty sure it was the brake rotor lightly rubbing on a sheet metal shield and it didn't sound or feel like a wheel bearing so I ignored it. But darn, it didn't go away! The last couple of days I began to hear that tick..tick..tick even with the window closed and decided it was time to get that wheel pulled to check it out.

Turns out there is a Goodyear shop right handy by the Wal-Mart here in Sullivan MO and it didn't take too long to wander over there. And hang around in spite of a run in with poor customer service - at least the mechanics seem to know what they were doing.

Yep - it was indeed a bent shield.

But that's not all.

The tick..tick..tick was getting louder because the wheel was leaning harder and harder against the shield as the lower ball joint wore. Aha! - of course! That ball joint was one seriously worn puppy too. As was the right one. I knew there was a bit of looseness in the front end but it didn't seem serious and I was going to wait until I got home to check it out.Thank you ticking shield.

We're sporting nice new lower ball joints and the weather is going off the map. Life is good, Kate.

Night camp:

Wal-Mart parking lot, Sullivan, Missouri

Over Fifty

Some of this has been painful for me, but it's all been wildly instructive. And it convinced me that nearly every person over fifty should try to find a time to sit down and engage in the same exercise, even if you never intend to publish anything. You need to think about what really meant something to you. Who did you really love. Who really made you what you are. What the seminal events did. And also it's an incredible discipline. Because I found it shocking to me what I remember and what I don't. It's shocking to me what I can remember factually and how hard it is for me to be absolutely sure about how I felt at the time. You know, how did I feel when I was 16? I don't really know.

Bill Clinton, on writing his memoir, in an interview with James Fallows, the Atlantic Monthly

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