My little Sentra just passed the 50,000 mile mark, and I have never had the brakes looked at. I know that’s terrible, but, well, that’s just how it is. Anyways, I must say that going to the brake repair place is an awful experience. It all worked out fine in the end, but the first place I visited to get my free estimate really put the guilt-trip on pretty heavy, and made me feel like I was going to kill myself, or someone else, if I got back in the car. This was a complete change of attitude from when I first walked into the place. The attendant was like my best buddy when I first met him, then after he inspected the brakes, he turned into a complete snake. (Read more for the happy ending)