Warning these pic are not for the weak of heart
After dealing with the over torqued lug nuts from an impact wrench at the former owner's mechanic, which multiplied x4, each lug worse, finally got the front passanger tire off ...
Darren, the mechanic friend that was kind enough to let me use his garage and tools for a mere 12 pack, looks at me, and says 'Dude you got a mess on your hands.Everything is fused together with rust. You realize this is all original?' I reply, 'Tell me about it.' He nudged me out of the way, looks up "This is too much for you, get out of way and stay there till I tell you otherwise! BTW I'll try not to rape your wallet to bad!!"
After much strong arming, pounding, prying, lubing, we finally got the caliper bolts loose, the rotors, we ended up using a wheel puller, tighten, pound, pry, tighten, wait, repeat as many times as it took.
Caline didn't take kindly to being treated in such a mannor and was angry enough to bite back.
"How dare you touch me in such a manor my dear sir! I'm a lady and you don't know me like that!!" 
Blood dripping everywhere. Not a hold ur breath till the pain stopped and continue, it was bandage time!
The work continues,
Note this is the driver side pad remnants, the piece in the rear is what was left of the pad itself,
As the day dwindled, after learning the calipers are far worse than imagined, and replacing them in the spring was not an option, don't even wait to get both axles, get the front asap, then the rear asap, a mad dash all over town collecting new caliper bolts. A whole lot of
Darren's friends start stopping by to find out why this simple brake job has turned into an all day night mare, receiving a ton of complements and whole lot of car story swapping...
Cheers,
Running Wolf
