Braking News!

So...an Angry Black Bitch and I went to the store today.

We picked up some Wings and some Texas Potato Wedges (we needed to add some sauce to our sass and some soul to our starch) for tomorrow's vigil honoring Cindy Sheehan.

On the way back, I felt the oh-so-not-pleasant feeling of metal hitting metal when I applied my brakes and something that sounded like this:

krrrrrrcchhhhh kwarckkkkkkkk churrkkkkkk

coming from the front on my car.

So...this is an appeal to the blogosphere.

Does anyone know a good mechanic?

Does anyone know how to change brakes on a Kia?

Can somebody set me up with some bionic feet?

*** begin dramatic music playing in background*****

Some days,
I hate being poor, barely able to make it in this world...

Some days,
I hate being hundreds of miles away from home... and a handy, brake-changing brother...

Some days,
I hate being a non-cyborg....

Some days,
it sucks feeling this alone....

***dramatic music playing in background ends*****

Thanks for putting up with that bit of melodrama!

It helped me a lot to feel pitiful for a moment!

Seriously, though....if you can score me some bionic feet or if you know of a good mechanic in South City St. Louis - gimme a holler!

Thanks!