The Saga of the Demon Brakes

My brakes are evil. They refuse to be adjusted, and decide when they feel like stopping the truck. They taunt me by leading me to believe that they are in working order. Then they will openly defy me by refusing to work at especially annoying times, such as JUST at the top of our inclining driveway! They must still fear me though, for they have not dared to do this while out on a test drive. Add to the fact that a previous owner added a miniscule master cylinder, and it's a wonder my blood pressure has remained normal. So, if anyone would like to bleed the brakes on RagDoll for me, I will cook you a terrific dinner or make you some lovely handmade hair clips or soaps. LOL. OR, I have my excess ford motor and misc mustang parts to barter. Husband says I have run out of "honey will you fix my brakes" tickets for a while. I really don't want to do it myself. It falls under the "I don't feel like it" category. Thanks for entertaining my rant of the day! Here is a close up of the truck inhabited by demon brakes