Friday, 2 July 2010
They say your whole life flashes in front of you at times like these, I have to differ. I was sat gripping the steering wheel pressing ever harder and more frantically on an increasingly ineffective brake pedal, my eyes focused on the green T of the Tarmac lorry and wondering what part of "We've no brakes" Tracey didn't quite understand as she replied "What do you mean no brakes?"
Time slowed, birds sang, the adrenaline surge aided my wizened left arm to apply an almighty pull on the handbrake, Trixie trailer dug her heels in, she didn't want to die either and somehow the lorry Rx4 interface was avoided.
Once my hearing returned to normal, all sounds drowned out by my beating heart, Tracey explained that she thought I meant no brakes as in I am used to driving Fifi with phenomenal brakes compared to the Rx4 with a trailer attached. We limped across the busy junction and I demonstrated the concept of no brakes in a lay by.
Oh, no brakes, as the rotation of the earth finally brought us to a standstill.
Yep. No brakes.
The Karma Police were with us and ensured we were not to far from a Steve we know who would have brake fluid. Steve the pilot duly obliged and when the right container was full under the bonnet of the naughty Rx4 I pressed the pedal again and the fluid shot out from the back passenger brake hose. It was bust. Steve rather obligingly walked in front of us waving a red flag to warn other road users of our presence and we managed to get Rene safely to hospital. Soon fixed I brought him home and told him off. He is currently sulking parked at a funny angle in the lane in an effort to show us how good his suspension is.
Posted by Tony at 19:56