Similarly....
In an old girlfriend's brown Mini (not a euphemism), we casually approached a large roundabout on the Spalding bypass when she suddenly stopped nagging me about something and instead began to sweat profusely, muttering a string of words that really wouldn't have made her grandmother proud.

I questioned her calmly as to the source of her concerned and the devil's own wife screamed back that "the cunting car won't slow down you stupid fucking knobber".

Fortunately the car was shittier than the shittiest shit ever shitted, whereas the handbrake was fresh and eager to arrest any unwanted momentum, meaning we skidded to a sweaty, sweary stop only a few feet short of the unpleasantly busy roundabout.

Apparently I was still a stupid cuntbag and should at least have warned her I was going to try the handbrake, but I'll take that over the other painful possibility.
( Moey, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 14:11, 1 reply)

If only the handbrake had been an option for me!
I'm not sure any of the brakes on my first Mini would have held much resistance to a wet fart, let alone when it was doing near 100.
The scariest 10 seconds of my life.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 14:17, closed)

Not sure my 850 could get to 100!
That is all
( Another_tragic_case wished he hadn't eaten all the cake, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 14:24, closed)

Given a sufficently steep hill...
And a trailing wind, I should think you'd manage it.
Once.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 15:14, closed)

We were most definitely
not driving at 100 mph. I very much doubt we'd reached even half that to be honest; it really was a very rubbish collection of parts.
( Moey, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 14:39, closed)