I left my driveway that night, thinking I’d be back in an hour or so. Not in the cards that night. I took an abnormal route this time, very slow with many turns and twists, but nothing crazy. What seemed to be a tiny hill came and as I went my normal speed, which was not fast might I add, I realized my car had been taken over. Remember I said a tiny hill? No, it was not a baby. It was more like the terrible twos toddler.

I went for my brakes, as most people would, but I couldn’t feel a thing. Where could my brakes have gone? The pedal was still intact but my brakes had been worn out. Before I continue with the story, I will say I should have checked my brakes weeks ago, as I knew that they were wearing thin.

At that moment, I just wanted to run to the service department and not go through what I was about to go through. Controlling your speed on a hill without brakes is impossible so I knew what was coming next was not going to end well. I hit bushes, I ran over mailboxes, at one point I heard my side mirrors break. Long story short, I ended up in a stretcher that night because I could not get my car to stop, due to me wanting to wait to get my brakes checked. I ran into a barn. My car, gone.

Luckily, I spent a few days in the urgent care but nothing life-threatening had happened. My lesson as I got back home was that next time I have a service appointment or feel that my brakes are worn out, I will make it there no excuses. I know the question running through your mind, how could I think that not having brakes would be safe? Thing is, I did not think it was safe, I did not think at all about my brakes.