Dropped off my gf's vehicle to get the brakes done before an eight hundred mile road trip. Had the drums, rotors, pads, and shoes replaced, as well as everything else checked out. My gf picked it up when it was done, so I didn't get to drive it until the next morning when we left for the trip. I guess bleeding the brakes and making sure the pedal isn't mushy or traveling all the way to the floor is extra, because it wasn't done. Had a real nice butthole puckering moment when I had to slam on the brakes and they weren't there. Had to stop at the first open place I could find to waste an hour and $100 dollars getting the brakes bled so that we could finish the trip.