I rarely use my emergency brake. It’s mostly flat where I live along the coast. Sea level is, for the most part, level. But every once in awhile, for some inexplicable reason, I’ll park my car and
depress the emergency brake – shove that baby to the floor!
Well, you can already guess what’s coming: I return to my car a few hours later and forget the emergency brake is on. I get in, turn the key, throw it into drive, and lurch forward in fits and starts wondering, “What the … hell … is wrong … WITH MY CAR?!”
If you’ve ever