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Yesterday I replaced the emergency parking brake handle for my 91 Chevy S-10. That was an easy job. You figure since we’re poor now, I need to become a ‘jack of all trades’ and repair things that are broken. This even includes cars. Since I got the support I needed to change oil, I have enough confidence to work on our cars (some what).

So, onto my truck. I thought I needed a whole new cable, but that was not the case. I needed just the handle that has a cable on it to pull a lever to release the emergency brake. Even in the 90′s cars needed levers on them, how funny. I couldn’t find my Chilton’s book so I had to basically wing it. Luckily it was easy enough to just look at the situation and see what needed to be done. It basically just involved a screw and couple finger movements and I was done.

One thing I will say is that the newer part is that the cable is a lot beefier than the original and seems to be built better. I know in the end it’s just plastic and metal, but the metal portion was the part that broke (the damned cable!!!). So overall I’m a very happy camper.

Since this post is kinda backwards here’s what happened to the breaking of the cable. Margaret and I were at the gas station and just finished filling up my tank (not a full tank, just 10 gallons no less!!). And as I went to pull the emergency brake the damned cable snapped and the plastic handle just popped out into my hands. Margaret just laughed, because she was like, “well shit, what do we do now?” So being the guy I am, I figured there had to be something down under the dash that the handle pulled and if so, I could pull it too. Luckliy I found the latch and we were able to leave the gas station and head home. Can you imagine the sudden panic I felt knowing I was potentially stuck at a place of business? And at a gas station no less, right at the frickin’ pump. HAHA, so anyway that’s the story in reverse (like Tarantino).

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