I took my truck down to a garage two blocks from me to get the brakes worked on. The next day I go to pick it up and the guy says he pulled the rear drivers side wheel and couldn't get the cylinder to bleed, said it was because my master cylinder was bad. Guess I'll just fix it myself. So I drive to the gas station three more blocks down the road, fill up, and head home. Thump-Thump-THUMP-CLUNK-CLUNK!WAMM! Back of the truck jumps way up in the air, comes down hard, I screech to a stop (get this) right in front of the garage that forgot to tighten my lug nuts, only it's five minutes past five and they're closed. My nice new wheel with my nice new tire is now jambed up under my (now mangled) rear fender and I'm stuck right in the middle of the main drag in town.
The next day I took the truck back to the same garage to have all the studs replaced at that wheel. It was a pleasant visit
