My truck drove just fine on the way to my small group at church this morning. But, when I came out about 1:30. I had no brakes at all. Thankfully, I realized this as soon as I put my foot on the brakes to start the truck and my hubby had this afternoon off from work. So, 4 hours later (we had lunch and did some shopping), the old truck is on it's way to our mechanic, who only lives about 2 miles from the church. The last time this happened, something had rusted and the brake fluid leaked out. Fairly cheap to fix. It happens when you have a 14-year-old truck with 220,000 miles on it. This truck is about to become our boys' vehicle.
