These are the brakes....

These are the brakes...brake it up, brake it up, brake down, or however it goes.

These are the brakes though, the first major purchase, a serious step in the right direction.

I think people take their brakes for granted, I don't know of many people today that give much consideration when they lift their foot from the accelerator and begin the process of stopping. The art of when, how much and how long is lost. Even more apparent in the morning commute.

The quest for speed makes the simple action of moving one appendage left four inches very pivotal. To soon and your scrambling to make it up, to late and your prayers go to keeping it out of the ditch. Not enough to soon and get the whole package, late exit and behind.

To add to this equation, sixty years of stopping technology has made the Black Pearl's original binders whoa fully inadequate. They stopped it, if there was time and nothing of urgency taking place, but I'm a risk taker, a pirate of the open road and I'm gonna be taking some chances.

So I began with the beginning, front brakes, four piston Willwoods and power assistance, nothing is to good for the Pearl. There are some bugs still to work out. Seating the pads and the proportioning valve bias. It's rather difficult to look  cool sliding sideways through an intersection after locking up the rear drum brakes, like is said I started at the front.

Time will only tell if each little step will help make the leap, but like my loved little aircooled sports cars from Stuttgart, I've set myself in motion so I'll stick to my decisions and perfect my craft, my masterpiece,my piece of precision.