As a 17 y/o my first car was a shared venture with my best friend. We each pitched in $125 and bought a ragged out 1960 Austin-Healy 3000. A thing of beauty, yes, but ruled by Lucas, Prince of Darkness.
Anyway, I'm headed downhill on the one-way, 3-lane 2nd street at about 40mph, approaching the light at the bottom of the hill. I apply the brakes and *SNAP* the linkage breaks. I try the emergency brake. Nothing. I try downshifting but those old trannies were NOT synchro, 'cept in 1st. No go. There is no shoulder, high curbs on each side, and the street is lined with large, closely-spaced elms. Oh, the light is red and a car in each lane. I'm hosed.
At the last second, I yanked the steering wheel hard right, trying to make a driveway, which I mostly missed, whipped left again, and went bouncing and crashing along the sidewalk parallel to the street. The car rolled to a stop just inches from the stop light at the corner. My friend, the co-owner, who has been silent up to now, looks over and shouts "VERY FUNNY!" He didn't know the brake cable broke. LOL!
I doubt my reactions today match mine of yore, but I like to think I'd act appropriately in an emergency as above.
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