Today I set out to take the Mustang (now officially named “Parker”) to the transmission shop to get it looked at. I started out of the garage and the brakes felt really soft. I was thinking I just needed to pump them a little and build up some “pedal”. Well, I get to the light and I call my trusty support vehicle behind me, piloted by the ever daring duo of Maryanne and Zoë to tell them that I need to pull over and check my brake fluid. I pull out into the street so that I can turn into a big parking lot across the street and as I start to make the turn, I realize that I have no brake at all. Luckily, I had chosen a BIG, empty parking lot. I roll to a stop and hop out. Pop the hood, open the master cylinder and sure enough, barely any brake fluid at all. I had 2 full containers of fluid in the trunk, so filled it up and gave it a little test in the parking lot. Seemed to work out just fine, so we made our careful way to the transmission shop with no more issues with the brake.
I drove around the block with one of the guys at the transmission shop so they could hear the noises Parker makes. Luckily she was more than happy to make the noises. The mechanic turned to me and asks, “is this a motorcycle?”.
Hopefully they can get it all fixed. Needless to say, I asked the mechanic to take a look at the brake lines for leaks