So we left the beach house and got to LAX 2.5hrs early. We landed in SLC, picked up the blazer and started back to rexburg. As it turns out the idiots that replaced my ball valves last week did such a bang up job that one of the two bolts holding the brake caliper on was loose and flew off. This caused the caliper to begin carving a two nice rings into the rim. As the car was shaking, lurching and grinding on the freeway, we thought that something might be wrong. So here we are in Tremonton with no movie theater having spent last night in a motel that advertises its color TVs. What an adventure!
