sgdp
June 16th, 2009, 12:52 am
I've had recurring nightmares about my brakes failing since before I could drive. There are also ones I've had about trying to drive from the back seat, but...I digress...
Well, they say sometimes dreams really do come true! :mrgreen:
There's a bit of construction at this interstate junction, see. It goes down to one lane. You know how drivers are...cutting you off because they realize they've missed their exit. :wall:
So, I was just short of what I would call slamming my brakes. The first few inches down, normal. Then all of the sudden...
WHOMP! My pedal hit the floor and there was absolutely no pressure. I didn't hit the guy in front of me, but I came damn near close. :eek:
I've merged onto the next interstate, now, and I'm tapping my brakes to see what's going on. :confused:
Nothing. Nadda. Nilch.
Like a scene from a horror movie when your worst enemy cuts your brake lines.
People are tailgating me as I'm cruising at about 45. There was no place to pull over what with the construction, so I just made sure there was plenty of room ahead of me and got off at the exit I was going for about 10 miles down. Don't even want to count the near-misses.
Of course, I had a hell of a time "yielding", and that nearly got me killed, too. :cool:
End up in a parking lot. Call for help. And...
My brake light goes on. As if to tease me. GEE THANKS. I realize that, now.:mad:
There's a hole in my brake line, that's what did it. Can hear the air just rushing out when I hit the brakes.
**(Smiley faces added for your enjoyment. I had to vent. :neutral:)
Well, they say sometimes dreams really do come true! :mrgreen:
There's a bit of construction at this interstate junction, see. It goes down to one lane. You know how drivers are...cutting you off because they realize they've missed their exit. :wall:
So, I was just short of what I would call slamming my brakes. The first few inches down, normal. Then all of the sudden...
WHOMP! My pedal hit the floor and there was absolutely no pressure. I didn't hit the guy in front of me, but I came damn near close. :eek:
I've merged onto the next interstate, now, and I'm tapping my brakes to see what's going on. :confused:
Nothing. Nadda. Nilch.
Like a scene from a horror movie when your worst enemy cuts your brake lines.
People are tailgating me as I'm cruising at about 45. There was no place to pull over what with the construction, so I just made sure there was plenty of room ahead of me and got off at the exit I was going for about 10 miles down. Don't even want to count the near-misses.
Of course, I had a hell of a time "yielding", and that nearly got me killed, too. :cool:
End up in a parking lot. Call for help. And...
My brake light goes on. As if to tease me. GEE THANKS. I realize that, now.:mad:
There's a hole in my brake line, that's what did it. Can hear the air just rushing out when I hit the brakes.
**(Smiley faces added for your enjoyment. I had to vent. :neutral:)