Dad was leaving the garage in his car when I saw him early this morning.  I quickly called out to him to ask where he is going.  He replied in a hurry that he was on his way to the auto shop. He was having problem with the brakes on his car, in short his good old car needs a Brake Job.  I instantly shouted, "Okay!" having no idea what he is talking about. I love cars, I love riding in flashy