It started out as such a good day. I woke up this morning and spent an extra half an hour lying in bed, just listening to the rain. It's the first Friday of the month, which means we can wear jeans to work, and that's always good. I left home with plenty of time to get to work, as we all know what can happen to traffic in Nashville when the first drop of rain falls.
Surprisingly, traffic wasn't bad, and I turned off Briley to cut through to the back entrance of our office park. I approached the 90° turn to the left that cuts under I-40 and put my foot on the brakes to slow down and the pedal went to the floor. In a panic I reached for the parking brake, which wasn't readily accessible, so I thought "slam it into park" (and yes, I know how bad that would be for my car, but I also know how bad the concrete wall in front of me would be for me, and was willing to risk it).
In my panic mode, I shifted not forward into park, but backwards into low. Instinct won over, I hit the brakes again, was thrilled to feel them catch, and I slowed down and made the turn with no problem.
It was the longest 3 seconds of my life.
By then, I was within view of my office and (slowly) made it to work.
By the end of the day, my car will have a new master cylinder, new front brakes, resurfaced rotors, cleaned and adjusted rear brakes, an oil change and new windshield wipers (unrelated, I know, but while it's there, I figured I might as well save myself another visit in a week or so).
The bad news for anyone who has had the experience of driving with me: I can guarantee if you thought I was overly cautious and a nervous wreck when driving before, you ain't seen nothing...