Yesterday the paper shredder behaved idiotic. Then my vacuum cleaner failed. Then payment in online shop got declined for no good reason so I had to drive there in order to get my new vacuum cleaner.
Now guess what. I wanted to pick up my mum after her appointment at the dentist. Together we would fetch that replacement device. Easy, huh?
For anybody else maybe, but not for cursed LittleSinchen. After driving the car uphill a few kilometers there comes the point where the road leads downwards again. Touching the brake pedal like usual with my foot had no effect so I slammed that pedal down as deep as I could. The result was mediocre. The car wanted to go anywhere but straight ahead while gradually loosing some momentum.
Laywoman's interpretation: Those guys at the garage must have mad a mistake when reassembling the brakes after replacing some worn brake lines. Maybe they didn't fully de-air the system. It felt as if only one of the two brake circuits barley worked at all. The short distance from the garage to our home worked pretty normal but there are no situations requiring intense breaking.
What a nightmare being on a fast road going downhill with the ability to brake reduced to a tiny fraction of the normal value. Shifting down gears using the engine to brake. Holding the steering wheel tightly to prevent the car going left or right when braking.
Under this circumstances I could not take the responsibility to drive a complex, narrow, fast, up- and downhill road to our target -- the electronics shop.
Maybe I should have left the car and called for a tow truck, but I decided to drive slowly through villages approaching the garage with the safest way I could think of. My dad, as much as I have negative things to say of him, is a top-notch driving instructor who prepared me for the worst. Not only did I get the car to the garage without any accident, but also without even looking suspicious to the police. Of course the police had to show up. They are never to be seen anywhere when people are speeding, using their phones behind the wheel or try to run down cyclists.
As much I wanted to calm down from this forced adrenaline rush, I couldn't allow Lora doing her magic before reaching the target.
Getting the vacuum cleaner by busses and by trains took 4 hours (instead of <1 hour with a car). Guess why public transport is avoided by many.
I Hate My Life!!
Now guess what. I wanted to pick up my mum after her appointment at the dentist. Together we would fetch that replacement device. Easy, huh?
For anybody else maybe, but not for cursed LittleSinchen. After driving the car uphill a few kilometers there comes the point where the road leads downwards again. Touching the brake pedal like usual with my foot had no effect so I slammed that pedal down as deep as I could. The result was mediocre. The car wanted to go anywhere but straight ahead while gradually loosing some momentum.
Laywoman's interpretation: Those guys at the garage must have mad a mistake when reassembling the brakes after replacing some worn brake lines. Maybe they didn't fully de-air the system. It felt as if only one of the two brake circuits barley worked at all. The short distance from the garage to our home worked pretty normal but there are no situations requiring intense breaking.
What a nightmare being on a fast road going downhill with the ability to brake reduced to a tiny fraction of the normal value. Shifting down gears using the engine to brake. Holding the steering wheel tightly to prevent the car going left or right when braking.
Under this circumstances I could not take the responsibility to drive a complex, narrow, fast, up- and downhill road to our target -- the electronics shop.
Maybe I should have left the car and called for a tow truck, but I decided to drive slowly through villages approaching the garage with the safest way I could think of. My dad, as much as I have negative things to say of him, is a top-notch driving instructor who prepared me for the worst. Not only did I get the car to the garage without any accident, but also without even looking suspicious to the police. Of course the police had to show up. They are never to be seen anywhere when people are speeding, using their phones behind the wheel or try to run down cyclists.
As much I wanted to calm down from this forced adrenaline rush, I couldn't allow Lora doing her magic before reaching the target.
Getting the vacuum cleaner by busses and by trains took 4 hours (instead of <1 hour with a car). Guess why public transport is avoided by many.
I Hate My Life!!
