An hour or so ago I was coming home from the post office to drop off an envelope for my mom. It was snowy and quite a whiteout; visibility was piss poor, probably ranging from 20-40 feet. I saw a stop light up ahead that was red and there was a car in front of me. I started breaking, but my breaks started vibrating (ABS breaks) and my car skidded for probably 15-25 feet; as I got closer to the car in front, I swerved to the right towards the curb to avoid hitting the car and stopped a few feet before contacting the bumper. It looks like I would have avoided hitting even if I didn't swerve.
As I was driving up to a next light, my douchebag breaks started ABSing (PMSing would be a better descriptor) again and I skidded a few feet into the intersection (light was red), so I backed up just a bit and was okay for the time being.
At the next light, I knew that was my street to turn on, so I signaled for the turn. As I was halfway through the turn, my breaks thought it would be funny to lock up and vibrate so I couldn't complete the turn and instead skid toward the fucking sign on the boulevard. I turned my wheel all the way to the right but I was still going towards the sign. As I thought I was about to hit it, my car turned to the right at the last moment and avoided hitting the sign. It's as if Jesus took the wheel. :P
Two crises avoided in one day; I'd say that's pretty good.
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