Bremsbelag - Brake Lining

I know almost nothing about cars. People sit in them, press some pedals, make various lights blink and occasionally run other people over. Ask me any basic question about their inner workings or elementary maintenance and I’ll stare blankly back at you. If only I were a girl, that sort of response would be totally acceptable, but as a guy, to lack such knowledge makes me feel a woefully inadequate member of the sex. I could therefore be completely wrong in my assumption that brake lining is something car-related, which only further proves my automotive ineptitude. At a guess, I’d assume it was the seal for the fluid that, through the power of hydraulics, applies pressure to the brake disks when some compensation-seeking sponger steps into the road. This, amazingly, is remembered from one physics lesson from when I was about thirteen. I even remember my crude diagrams and green pencil crayon used to shade clumsily over the already poorly drawn lines. I could be completely wrong about this. In fact I’m sure I am. I was twelve and the pencil crayon was more deep turquoise in colour. So all comic misdirection aside, I’m not too bothered by not knowing the relevance of exhaust size to fuel consumption, or how different oils affect whatever, because it makes my bewilderment completely genuine when petrol heads bang on about that shit in my company, making them more likely to change the cock-boring subject.