Franny had been saying the Passat was making a funny noise when she put on the brakes for a couple of months. I told her it probably needed pads up front. That's about the only thing I haven't worked on in the years it's been in our family. She took it by the one remaining SERVICE STATION in town . . . they did something to it that quietened it down, but said it wouldn't last and they had to order the parts. Every time she called 'em, they said the parts hadn't come in yet. Finally they told her not to call back, they would call her when they got the parts. They still haven't called.
In the mean time, the noise came back so I took it for a spin. It sounded and felt like worn out pads and warped rotors. While Franny was up north visiting family for a couple of weeks I figured I fix it for her. I ordered new German made pads and rotors.
This morning I got started. Did the driver's side in about 20 minutes. The pads weren't worn out, but they looked glazed and the rotors were blue from being overheated. The only problem I had on that side had nothing to do with the brakes. I figured out why the driver's seat has been hard to move for a while. On of the legs is sticking through a rusted out spot in the floor. The ten years this car lived in New Jersey is starting to show. Oh well, I'm doing rust repair today: I'm working on the brakes.
Moved over to the passenger side, thinking I'd be done in 20 minutes or so. WRONG. I don't know what kind of tool was used to tighen these lug bolts, but it got 'em tight. TOO tight. WAY TOO TIGHT! I used a cheater bar on my 4 way lug wrench . . . and turned it into a corkscrew. Had to leave it after a while to go to Drake's (Kim and Matt's son) birthday party. While I was there, I told Matt about my delima. He loaned me his 110 Volt impact wrench. I tried to break them loose with it . . . I got the socket so hot from the hammering that I couldn't touch it and it still didn't budge the lug blolts.
I finally used a 1/2" drive ratchet with about 3 feet of cheater bar and all of my 330 pounds bouncing on it and got 'em loose enough that Matt's impact could hammer them the rest of the way out. By then it was dark. I'm hot. And tired. Maybe when Franny gets home she can tell me who had this wheel off last. I need to have a serious talk with that person about torque specs for lugs.