If you're stuck in traffic for a long time, it's really best not to be the car directly in front or behind me.
A few days ago, after 2 hours crawling along a road that should take 20 minutes to fly down, I gently rolled into the back of the car in front.
We were on a hill.
I could've sworn my brake didn't work…but then it kinda was working…so…I figured it was probably just me.
With a dead leg and a FUZZY traffic brain.
A 100% KL gangster got out of the car.
He looked understandably annoyed.
Although miraculously I only caused a small paint scratch and he decided not to kill me.
[a sunset while I waited...]
I later realised that I actually did have a worrying problem with my brakes.
And a big, fat, bent out of shape bonnet.
To the workshop!
Me: OMG, there's something wrong with my brakes. I'm so worried. I don't know what it is but when you press it there's like…no power… :S
He pops open the bonnet.
Mechanic: Hows your brake fluid?
Me: Um… O.O?
He unscrews the lid of the brake fluid-container and looks inside.
Mechanic: I'll fill up for you.