Not long after I passed my test and was still an inexperienced driver, went down a road that takes you from the top of a big hill down to the bottom, the road being around five or six miles long with a sharp hairpin bend about half mile from the end.

Being fairly new to independent driving and not appreciating the joy of engine braking; I rode the brakes the entire way down. Towards the bottom, the smell from the brakes gave away the telltale smell that something was very wrong, and it was only on the approach to the hairpin that I realised that the brake pedal was going right to the deck and offering no retardation other than my own.

Even after forcing the car into second gear and steering left like I was in a one man yacht, I barely got round that corner.

I started to appreciate the need for escape lanes after that.

Shit reminds me of pikes peak