I bought a 1969 Ford half ton pickup from a young lady that was in my class as a student when she was in the first grade! I didn't pay much for it, and it cost me very little money. I've only changed the settlement bulb below the fuel pump, changed the oil, bought new tires for it, and that's about it; and it has been very good vehicle. I used the wrong wrench combination to change the oil once, and I damaged the threads on the oil plug in the oil pan. Some day I will probably have to replace that oil pan because of damaging those threads, but as long as I can make that plug hold I will use it as it is.
The brakes have progressively gotten less responsive in the last 4 years until I would have to pump them to get brakes. As long as I could pump and get brakes I didn't mind. But, a few days ago I hauled 10 railroad ties, and I was approaching the front of our youngest daughter's 2 & 1/2 ton Ford truck, and I couldn't get any brakes until it was almost too late. I managed to stop, and I don't know how, but I'm thankful I was able to stop it. After that I couldn't get brakes even by pumping them, so I was very careful until I crossed the hiway and headed home.
Today I pulled all the staples out of the 2 by 4s that held the gypson board on that I just pulled off. I was going to start sanding the floor, but I took a notion to try to fix the brakes, so I jacked up each of the back wheels, and adjusted each of the brake shoes closer to the drums. I was getting ready to work on the front, but I was having trouble jacking up the front, not able to find a good place to put the jack. I was so cold and so miserable that I gave up on that job, and I will tack it again when the wind is not blowing, and hopefully it is a little warmer, hope, hope, hope!
If that doesn't restore my brakes I will try bleeding the air out of the lines, if there is any? Then after that I will look for other problems. The master cylindar holds brake fluid for ever almost, so I'm not sure what else could be wrong, but eventually I will find the problem, fix it, and have brakes again. After pulling all those staples and adjusting the back brakes, I gave up, played the piano, and ate! We had spaghetti, meat and sause, and apples, then banana bread, and milk, and it was all good. I ate a half a large bar of dark chocolate, slightly sweetened, and boy was that good too!