Replacing a seized caliper on my son’s crap-can Corolla

Rob Siegel

My 29-year-old youngest son, Aaron, owns a silver 2007 Toyota Corolla LE. It’s the poster child for reliability and ease of operation—if ever there was a car whose design goal was to allow any grandmother to rent one and instantly be able to turn on the heat or A/C, it’s this one. It’s the poster child for, well, boredom. The reaction I have whenever I drive the car is that if I had to road-trip it even back and forth to New York, I’d feel like a like a coyote in a trap that would gnaw off its own foot to get free.

That having been said, I have a soft spot for the car, because speaking of grandmothers, that’s where Aaron got it—my mother gifted it to him before she passed in 2019. And, in fact, I was the one who procured the car for her. She had proudly been a “five-speed granny” until her arthritis caught up with her at age 84 and she asked me to find her an automatic. In one of those big circle of life things, Aaron had been living in our old apartment on the third floor of my mother’s house in Boston (where my wife and I lived from 1984–92 before we moved to our current house in Newton), and he would still be living there if my sister—who lived there with my mother for 40 years—hadn’t decided (and reasonably so) that it was time to sell the house and move into something that had fewer stairs and needed less upkeep. So, yeah, my sister and I evicted my son from my mother’s house. He moved back in with us to save money before striking back out on his own.

With all that context, you can probably appreciate that I’m not only happy to have Aaron living with us, but that the sight of the little silver Corolla in front of the house makes me smile. For a moment, I can pretend that my mother drove over here for a visit.

Because she used the car mainly for errands, and Aaron had a short commute to his job two towns over (now one), the car has only 88,000 miles on it. However, New England winters have begun to take their toll, and a large rust spot is forming on the left rear fender lip. At some point this will make the car un-inspectable. But we’re not there yet, and the Corolla soldiers on, receiving little attention and zero preventive maintenance, and it is taking the abuse remarkably well, as it was designed to do.

Aaron was planning to go camping in northern Maine with his two brothers. They had a staggered departure schedule—the other two left the day before in my wife’s Honda Fit, and Aaron was leaving in the Corolla the following morning. But when he got home from work at dusk that evening, he said that the right rear tire began rapidly losing air on his three-mile drive home from work. I looked at it and found what turned out to be a car key stuck in the inside edge of the tread. I could hear the air hissing past it.

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Surprise! Rob Siegel

This was a problem. The fact that the puncture impinged on the sidewall would almost certainly make any tire shop refuse to patch it. And the car didn’t have a full-sized spare, just a donut—definitely not something you want to put 600 highway miles on. And he had a boat to catch at 2 p.m., necessitating a 10 a.m. departure.

We stepped through the options. I jumped on Craigslist and Facebook Marketplace trying to thread the needle looking for a good 195/65R15 tire on a compatible 5×100 45mm offset wheel with a 54.1mm center bore, and found none. (Actually, the Corolla has a set of execrable Pep Boys-type aftermarket alloys, the type with both a 5×100 and a 5×120 bolt circle. Where they came from, I have no idea, as they weren’t on it when I got the car for my mother. In addition, they host four mismatched tires. So I really hoped I could score a whole set of proper wheels and decent tires for Aaron, but sadly it was not to be.)

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The wheels really are an affront to all that is good and decent about cars. Rob Siegel

I called a friend who owns a mobile tire mounting and balancing business and asked if he could bail us out with one tire, but he said he didn’t have that size tire in stock and probably couldn’t get one and get over to the house until mid-morning. Aaron is the only one of my three kids who never learned how to drive a stick (he had a single lesson eight years ago in my Z3, where the combination of a parked car, an aggressive oncoming driver, and pedal confusion spooked him), so despite all the cars in the driveway, the only automatic vehicle I could offer him was the monstrously large Chevy 3500HD dually diesel with the utility body. This wasn’t out of the question, but the fuel cost was daunting.

We checked online and found that a nearby Sullivan Tire opened at 7:30 a.m. I advised that the best thing to do was pull the troublesome wheel and tire off the Corolla and mount the spare. This would let him run the loose wheel over to Sullivan, which might be faster than requiring a service bay to jack up the car. It all took longer than he’d hoped, but by about 10:30 that morning he was back home with a new tire on the wheel. I threw it on the car, and he was on his way. He was late for his boat, but managed to catch another one. It all worked out.

When Aaron got home five days later, I asked if there were any other mishaps with the car. He laughed.

“Well,” he said, “funny story …”

Having nothing to do with the flat tire, the car’s left front caliper was seizing. He knew that was the problem because the same thing had happened to the right front caliper last year. The car was pulling lightly to the side of the stuck caliper while driving, pulling more strongly to the other side while braking. Plus, the brake pad smelled, there was a bit of a chattering sound, and the wheel was hot to the touch. He said it started happening about 50 miles from home, and he thought about bagging it and called for a tow, but instead he stopped, let it cool down, then drove carefully in the right lane.

I don’t include seized brake calipers on my “Big Seven” list of things likely to strand a vintage car on a road trip because it’s not a terribly common occurrence in the vintage BMW world in which I live. I’ve only had it happen once, and oddly, enough, that was on what for me is a relatively new car—my 1999 M Coupe (“the clown shoe”). A seizing rear caliper doesn’t pull the car to one side the way it does when one of the fronts is seized; it’s the smell and the chattering that alerts you while you’re driving. The hot wheel is the confirming symptom. If this happens to you, be aware that the wheel can be so hot that you can easily burn your hand if you blithely press your palm or fingers on it. It’s better to let your palm hover half an inch away, or fold a paper towel over a few times and interpose it.

However, there’s something else that can cause these same symptoms—a clogged or swollen flexible brake line. The brakes on nearly every car use hard metal lines running from the master cylinder to the wheels, but because the wheels (and with them, the calipers, rotors, and pads) move up and down along with the suspension, a flexible section of brake line—usually a rubber hose—is employed to accommodate the motion. The flexible line may connect directly to the caliper, or may sit between two hard metal lines. In either case, if the flexible line is clogged, fluid can’t pass to or return from the caliper, and the symptom can be difficult to distinguish from that of the caliper being seized.

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A pair of flexible brake lines connected between a pair of steel brake lines on the front strut of one of my 1970s BMWs. Here, the original rubber flex hoses were replaced with braided stainless, but they still serve the same purpose of flexing to allow suspension travel. Rob Siegel

The definitive test is to pull the caliper off the strut and squeeze the piston(s) with a big pair of slip-joint pliers. If the pistons don’t move, then you’ve caught the seized caliper red-handed, but if they’re free, then the caliper isn’t the problem. A less-invasive way to triage whether the problem is due to the caliper or the flexible hose is to open up the bleed valve at the caliper. If fluid doesn’t flow out and the bleed valve itself isn’t plugged, either connect a pressure bleeder to the brake reservoir or have someone gently depress the brake pedal. If there’s still no fluid flow, then it’s likely that the flexible line is clogged or swollen shut. Of course, if the car is one that’s been sitting for decades, you’d automatically replace the flexible brake lines and probably the calipers as well during the rejuvenation process. On a not-as-ancient car, if the flexible lines are rock-hard and cracked, and you’re replacing the calipers anyway, it’s a good while-you’re-in-there task.

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Using a big pair of slip-joint pliers to try and push the piston back into the caliper. If you can’t, then it’s seized. Rob Siegel

I’ve written for Hagerty and also in my first book about what I call “the rhythm of repair.” The issue is that if you bring a car into a dealership for a repair, they likely have every part it needs or can get them in short order, so they lay the car up in a service bay, take the problem area apart, assess the situation, make a list of parts, bring them to the car, then fix the problem. You are a DIY-er, however, not a dealership. So you make an educated guess.

In a perfect world, you know from the symptoms which parts you need to order. When they arrive, you jack up the car, pull the old parts out, install the new parts—boom, done. However, we don’t always live in that world. It’s common to start a repair and find out that you need more than just the parts you ordered. Maybe you have a used set of calipers around as well as a set of enough-meat-on-them-that-you-didn’t-throw-them-out brake pads, but the odds of you having every clip, spring, bolt, and backing plate a brake job might require are close to zero. If you need to order parts twice and wait for delivery, it virtually guarantees that the car will be laid up for a week.

Fortunately, a 2007 Corolla is a far cry from the 1970s BMWs and Lotus Europa that I usually work on. Automotive chains like Autozone are likely to carry many normal wear-and-tear parts. If they don’t, a trip to a dealership is likely to be productive, though more expensive.

I explained to Aaron about how brake work is usually done on both left and right sides, and thus, if this was my car, I’d probably replace both front calipers, and while I was in there would also do the pads and rotors and the flex lines if the rubber was hardened and cracked. I jumped on and looked up brake parts for the car. The costs of rebuilt versus new Raybestos calipers were both about $60 per side. Two calipers, a set of rotors, and pads came to about $200 shipped. Flexible brake hoses were about an additional $18. However, Aaron said that in addition to the right front caliper having been recently replaced, he’d had the rotors and pads done not long before that. I shined a flashlight through the wheel and gave a cursory examination. The pads looked thick, and there was nothing cringeworthy about the rotors. I reached around the back of the wheel and grabbed the flexible brake line. It felt supple to me. He opted to take the inexpensive route—one caliper, shipped, for $68.44. I can’t say that I protested. My back is still giving me fits, and pulling one fewer wheel, one fewer caliper, and two fewer rotors was fine with me as long as it resulted in a safe car.

The next day, I moved the four cars that were in the way—the ’72 2002tii and the M Coupe that were in the garage, and the Z3 and my daily-driver 530i that were in the driveway—and cleared the most hallowed spot of all, the mid-rise lift, to receive the sh*tbox. As I drove the car into position, I could hear a bit of grinding from the left front. With the car on the lift, I put it in neutral and manually spun both front wheels. The right spun free, but the left was very difficult to turn. It sure felt like a stuck caliper.

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The Corolla sitting like a queen on the throne. And yes, I usually keep my ’73 BMW 3.0CSi covered when it’s not being subjected to a photo op. Rob Siegel

I pulled the wheel off and had my first detailed look-see at what I was about to replace. The caliper was the kind of single-piston single-line unit that most modern cars use, with a slider bracket bolted to the MacPherson strut. A long rubber flexible line connected directly to the back of the caliper.

I thought about pulling the caliper off, but a) I really avoid disabling a car until I’m certain I have the correct replacement part in hand, and b) I noticed that the flex line was connected to the caliper with a banjo bolt. Unlike an old-school directly threaded-in brake line, there was no easy way to plug this, so if I disconnected it, it would drip brake fluid until it emptied the reservoir and the master cylinder. No, the thing to do was leave it connected until the new caliper was installed.

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Pretty much business as usual for a modern car. Rob Siegel

A few days later, the replacement caliper arrived, and I had at the repair. No, I didn’t rope Aaron into helping. This was a practical efficient utilitarian task, slotted in while he was at work. He’s a great kid who helps his mother and me in any number of ways. I didn’t need this to be one of them. I was perfectly happy to do it for him.

First, I visually examined the new caliper and verified that it appeared to be the same part currently on the car. I was pleased to find that it came with a new bracket, as some require you to reuse the original one currently on the car.

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Looks good. Rob Siegel

To minimize brake fluid loss, I left the old caliper connected to the brake line while I transferred the brake pads to the new caliper and installed it on the strut, then undid the banjo bolt and transferred the line over to the new caliper. I assumed I’d need to use my Motive pressure bleeder to get the air out of the caliper, but I realized that I didn’t have the adapter for a Japanese car. I was resigned that I’d need to wait until Aaron got home to press him and his right leg into pedal-pumping service, but then thought I’d try gravity-bleeding the caliper. I’ve rarely had success with this on vintage BMWs with four pistons, two brake lines, and three bleed valves on each caliper, but on this simple modern caliper, it worked perfectly.

Ta da! Rob Siegel

A quick test drive revealed absolutely no problems—even braking, no soft pedal, no pull, no chatter.

So, for $68.44 and a few hours of my time, my mother’s car continues to serve my youngest son.

And yes, to avoid a repeat episode of being boxed in like this, Aaron has consented to let me try to again teach him to drive a stick.

Now if only I could do something about those wheels.



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    If the flex line is in good condition, gently clamping it shut can allow for removing the caliper with minimal fluid loss. Some may disagree with this method, but has worked for me with no problems over the years.

    Another method that I found successful was to seal the brake fluid reservoir filler neck (maybe using a finger from nitrile glove). If air can’t get into the reservoir, very little flies out the open brake line.

    The best solution is to depress the brake pedal and hold it there with a stick (such as a snow brush) jammed against the seat. Just like pressing your finger over the top of a straw full of water will prevent the water falling out the open bottom, only a tiny amount of fluid will leak out if the inlet sode of the master cylinder is sealed shut.

    Thanks for this nice piece, a snapshot of everyday family life in an automobile society. My youngest can’t drive stick either, and that has occasioned multiple contortions and a number of car purchases that I would never have made otherwise (autoboxes that allowed her to commute to saving-for-college jobs inaccessible via public transport, for example). I have never actually resented driving those family cars, but I have finally bought a manual-shift car for my own driving purposes, now that she is in graduate school in a big city on the opposite side of the continent, and has no use for a car. But she’ll be home next summer, and will want to borrow her mother’s prized Prius for a few weeks, at least — so I am once again contemplating adding an automatic sh!¥box to our large-for-city-street-parking fleet for daughterly driving, fetching duties, and dump runs… but I don’t like today’s prices much. Wish me luck …

    Our one attempt, over a decade ago, to learn stick (in our 1982 diesel Vanagon) was not a disaster, but might have soured her, a slightly heavy-footed driver, on the whole concept…

    Diesel Vanagon? Wow. I had one of those for a few months. I’m not sure there was a slower car ever sold in America.

    So your caliper decided to “Seize the day” I see. I’ll go now…

    Glad it was an easy fix. A friend of mine picked one of these little Corollas with a manual recently for his longer in state trips. Easy 40mpg on the highway for him.

    Another great auto tale, Rob. The most impressive part (besides your sizeable mechanical knowledge) of the story is that your son recognized and responded accordingly to a “change in the car’s behavior. How many kids or spouses would have just kept driving until the pads disintegrated, or something more tragic occurred? Well done, teaching real world caution and awareness. I’ve always told my wife and kids to tell me if anything sounds or feels “different”, the sooner the better. This has kept many minor issues and signals for maintenance from becoming costly repairs or dangerous driving conditions. You may take this for granted in your mechanically aware family, but common sense isn’t common.

    Now, all you need to do is to instill in your son a sense of impending doom because he won’t do routine preventative maintenance. A little bit goes a long way.

    Thank you. Only a fool neglects routine maintenance, even on a 2007 Corolla. Like the old GM commercials said: SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE, IT S LIKE BUYING TIME. You can bet the author does a lot of routine maintenance on his BMW vehicles.

    I remember when tri-five Chevy’s were ubiquitous and- if a 4 door- were dismissed as boring grandma cars. Give the Camry and Corolla a few decades and they will have a following because, like the tri-fives, they’re just plain good cars.
    I can’t say the same about late model BMW’s; my perception is they become expensively troublesome over time.

    Toyotas like that are not much to drive but a lot people don’t care about that and it is amazing easy they are to maintain, repair and run. It’s extra nice when a reliable car like that serves the family for so long and gives you some more time with your son (who can help with some heavy lifting or when you need an extra pair of hands).

    The oddest “brake issue” I had was a few years ago with my ’63 Corvette. The auto-adjust mechanism, which is supposed to only periodically click one slot (when backing up) to help maintain a proper distance between the brake shoes and the drum, kept clicking-away until it literally locked the shoes against the drum. This was a total surprise to me as I had never heard of it happening, and I had previously owned several GM vehicles of this era with drum brakes (’63 Buick Riviera, ’67 GTO, ’69 Camaro, ’69 El Camino) with zero brake system problems. Just a little FYI out there for my fellow classic car owners.

    We purchased a 2016 Corolla from our local Hertz sales outlet and all interested parties including the Toyota are still happy. It was drive from Rochester,NY to Grand Forks, ND and survived three ND winters. It is now stationed in Charlottesvile, and is being used to commute (Not daily!) to Dulles airport. Cheap and cheerful transportation I would be happy to buy back from my son and use as my “winter beater”. I think your magazine needs to do an article on Winter Beaters. I have a perfect B&W image of a clapped-out 1972 Maverick parked in a snowbank in front of a Mighty Taco restaurant in Buffalo, NY. for the article.

    The right caliper seized last year and the left seized this year. Tell us you didn’t replace just one caliper. The guy who has a ’72 2002tii, and a M Coupe, and a Z3, and a 530i, only replaces ONE caliper??

    My son agrees that, when the right caliper seized last year, he should’ve replaced both. But yes, with one caliper less than a year old, I didn’t replace it again.

    You refer to this car as a s**tbox when in fact it is one of the most dependable and reliable cars ever sold….for decades. You refer to the BMW several times as though it is sitting on a golden platter, yet the Corolla is 3x as reliable and easy to maintain. Doesn’t that alone stand for superior engineering, while the German engineered car is often in the shop getting a repair that costs way way more than the Corolla? Boring….yes! Not nearly as exciting as breaking down, paying huge repair bills, and driving dealer loaner cars….now that’s exciting!
    But hey, I get the point of the article, which was clearly not to praise the Corolla. I think what concerned me more was that your son was driving around on 4 mismatched tires? In New England? Based on your career I’m sure you’re doing ok financially, so please… the kid some good matching tires? I myself, as most parents, want my kid to be safe, and mismatched tires are not the way to go. Hold off on buying something for the beamers and splurge on some quality rubber for the kid! You’ll sleep better, I promise.
    PS: I really did like the article. And no, I don’t own a Corolla. (I went upscale and bought a Camry!)

    I agree with most of that. And I AM looking for a decent set of wheels for him, and when I find them, I’ll shoe them with a new set of matched tires. But:

    a) Driving excitement and reliability are two different things. I’m the first one to say that, although I love BMWs and German cars in general, if you own one past the end of the warranty period and you can’t do your own repair work, it’ll make you cry.

    b) As a semi-retired freelance automotive writer, I earn WAAAAAY less than you think I do :^)

    Entertaining article, one I can relate to being the only mechanically inclined person in my extended family. For the benefit of those who are new to brake work, I will add that the caliper is mounted to a large blockish piece of metal (often cast iron) that is supported by a ball joint and control arm on the bottom and the MacPherson strut on the top on many vehicles. This is called the “knuckle”, and is also the place where the wheel bearings reside; and is attached to the steering by another ball joint to allow the vehicle to be steered.
    …. and the lowly Corolla is easily the most boring and monotonous cars I have had to drive. I prefer Honda / Acura vehicles because they are designed for people to enjoy the little things like responsive steering, slop-free suspension, engines that want to rev, good ergonomics and depending on the model a range of fun to drive from a little to a lot, in many shapes and sizes. The Corolla is blah. The Corolla is just not the car that you “want”, it’s a car that many people just “need”.

    Several years back I participated in a Hagerty Driving Event at the Consumer Reports test track in Colchester, CT. About a dozen of us brought our manual shift classics (mine, a 1970 Cuda 340) and taught about 20 kids how to drive a stick shift. I figured that while they might induce wear on the clutch disk, the part that I usually go through, the pressure plate, wouldn’t be harmed. It felt good to see these kids swell with pride as they got the hang of it. Chasing Classic Cars filmed the event for their “Need for Speed(ster)” episode.

    Agreed. They may be a little rough, but they certainly beat Toyota steelies (rust-prone in your neck of the woods, I’m sure) with lame plastic covers. And as far as I’m concerned, 5 spokes never gets old.

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