It was last December. Could be they already settled.
I'd say they have or that video would not have been released...
Yeah, lots of folks have had brake failure episodes I reckon - and much like other potentially life-threatening scenarios,
human nature is such that one doesn't truly know how they're going to respond until it happens to them.
Y'all know about my VERY recent situation with my '04 Ram, where both front AND rear main lines blew out
simultaneously...but that was far from the first time for me, so the old "mental checkdown list" fired up automatically
and I went through the steps, which saved my carcass (and that of any non-humans, too).
Ed Mini-Story Time:
When I watched this video the other day, it reminded me of a much, much younger time with my first '68 Super Bee
back in the early 80's though - much stupidity occurred that night, most of it performed by yours truly.
An impromptu street race in a semi-urban area, 4 lanes through a suburb - and when we crested the blind hill, both
still hard at it, the unexpected heavy traffic backup directly in front of us caught us by surprise.
The Camaro I was running handled it with a lot of lockup; my 'Bee, all 4 drums worth, was also screeching down
next to him when I lost pedal (line blew out, I found out later) and
any braking....and I still had a ton of steam
left.
As I surmised there was no way I was going to get it woahed in time to avoid the stopped cars in front of me, I
made the snap decision to throw the car into a slide, figuring I'd cause a rollover doing so - but at least, it would
just be me getting hurt that way.
I stomped the emergency brake pedal and gave the wheel hard left, all I could turn the manual steering at once.
The car and I then proceeded to do the prettiest 4 lane 180 degree slide you've ever seen in your life...
no rollover!
By the time the car came to rest, I had a death grip on the wheel, head down and eyes shut, totally concentrating
on the task at hand - and then when things got quiet, it occurred to me I hadn't felt any impact - with
anything!
I poke my head up and look around and realize what has happened - after starting in the right lane of northbound
traffic, we've done a full 180 and are now resting against the far right lane curb of the
southbound lanes!
Hell, the car didn't even stall out...naturally, I had buried the clutch pedal in all the commotion, too.
Next thing I realize is, I'm sitting out front of a well-known and rather rough biker bar - several patrons of which
had now come outside to see what all the commotion was about.
Some took great joy at the situation, others scoffed - but what appeared to be a "leader" stuck his head in my
passenger window and asked if I was ok.
When I nodded, he said "then get the fluck outta here, man! The cops are comin'!"
Which I did....because they were...
I took every back road I could think of going home and threw the cover on the car once there (no garage) without
further incident - and didn't sleep a wink all night afterwards.
Lessons were learned by young and dumb Ed that night, lessons that still apply to this day.
There were plenty of escapades and lead-footin' to come, but they were always where risks were assessed and
minimized - and brakes have been a "thing" for me ever since.
I was damn lucky I didn't hurt anyone that night. Blessed. Given a reprieve.
The way I see it....