Oh wow, I think I was meaning to type this up in a thread Galuf started and completely forgot about it.
I'm tired, so a "long-story short" deal for this one.
Me, Tim-the idiot of and old friend who stole more than 1100 dollars from me, and Chris-the friend who's family I now rent a room from all went on a trip to Poughkipsie NY (if anyone knows where that is, it's near NYC). We took my car, because it was a big car and I wanted to drive the car. Well we were going along, and driving, taking turns when Tim demanded to drive. I told him he could just do his best to avoid anything that could end up as an accident since he wasn't insured on the car.
We were driving when suddenly a flash flood hits the area. Now, when I say flash flood, I mean quite literally, this storm went from non-existant to 3 inches of water pouring off the edge of the road within a minute or so. We were positively swimming on the highway in our cars at a speed of 70 mph or so. There was a HUGE accident ahead of us, and Tim is mindlessly chattering about something when we see through the haze brake lights. I told him to brake, he turns around and stares at me saying "wha?" when Chris (in the passenger seat) reaches his foot over and slams his foot down onto Tim's and stops the car. Tim has to yank the wheel to the left to avoid hitting the car in front of us because we have a few inches of water on the road and we are sliding at about 50 mph or so.
There is a moronic lady standing in the rain, directly in front of her car, with her arms out, obviously screaming for us to stop as we are SLIDING at her. We sputter to a stop inches from her. If Chris had put his foot down a second or two later, that lady would have been hit by my sliding '89 Buick Lesabre and smash between her car and mine.
We got screamed at and shouted at and she yells "You almost totalled my car!"
Chris is dumbfounded and looks at me saying "Is she serious?" and I shout out the window "Lady, we almost plastered you against your windshield, nevermind your CAR." while Tim merrily oblivious shouts "Do you need to use our cell phone?"
The brake lines had snapped during that, and we had to wait out the storm, and then drive down the highway to the town we were going to and see what was wrong with them. Cost about 170 dollars for the place to repair 1 brake line, and 2 bottles of brake fluid.
Ruined my plans for having a motel room for our concert and spending cash for the month.
We did end up staying a night, and then getting a second concert in, which both were awesome. But that's not our "trip", just the end result.
Oh, while waiting for my car to be fixed, we ate lunch in a restaurant at which apparently we endeared ourselves to the locals. We forgot we weren't still in the car, and that there's "indecent topics" that you don't use in "public". Yeah, the owner of the place, a middle aged Irish man was roaring with laughter as his wife and daughter were red-faced and glaring at Tim as he was on the phone with his girlfriend and telling her how much he missed her and exactly why he missed her. I had to take my phone away from him.
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