Today I got to test my brakes in a panic situation. This idiot (not me, the other idiot) was doing about 40 on the freeway. It was early morning, so not much traffic and I'm zipping along at 70. Fine, no problem, the other lane is clear, all I gotta do is change lanes. So there's a Simi that I'm passing and I start to change in front of him and this Dodo changes lanes in front of me and slows down. I get on the brakes and go back into my original lane with the tires chirping as the suspension weights/unweights. I really thought I was going to clobber this guy. Then I see the Simi passing me and he's hard on the brakes getting way too close Mr. Dodo. Well, Mr. Moron, who's oblivious to all this, changes into the exit lane doing about 30. I doubt if he had any idea what was going on behind his rear bumper. Had he not moved over into the exit lane he just might have been a Peterbuilt hood ornament.
Once I collected myself, my only thought was, "Five years of track driving has taught me how the stop real fast and stay in control."
Good thing the motor/tranny in the bed were strapped in good. The motor moved forward enough to put some slack in the forward lines. Yup, that's why I strapped all the other stuff down too.
Help, I'm surrounded by idiots.