You literally turned up to my house after a 9 hour drive with pads metal on metal, rotor completely destroyed, telling me there was heaps of pad left, while your missus said you drove here like a maniac, even though she heard the brake noise for the past several hundred km.... and after staying up with you until midnight fixing it, you floor it only 20 seconds after a cold start into the test drive. The whole time you argued about every farken detail on how to fix it even though you have no farken idea what you're doing, which was evidenced by the 6 hours it took you to do a rotor and pad swap, all while stripping the bleed nipples due to once again, not listening to my advice about how to do it.
Mechanical sympathy my arse.
Dirt roads ain't a big deal you argumentative fark