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Posted by Michelle on January 12, 1998 at 17:02:38:
This story is loosely based on a situation that happened to me about 3 years ago. I am turning it more into fiction and using a different name. Many of the things I did in the car is true but the road is much different. It is quite a bit more interesting and exciting that what really occured. Truthfully, I am glad it did not happen! Here it goes.
It was early one spring morning and Debbie was getting ready for work. Debbie put on a short yellow skirt, black top, and suntan colored pantyhose. On her feet were some lovely strappy yellow sandals with a 3" heel. Noticing it was getting late, Debbie quickly grabbed her purse and outside. It was raining lightly. Debbie opened the door to her VW Beetle and got in behind the wheel. She started up the car and gave the gas pedals some slow, easy pumps with her High heeled sandalled right foot. Once the car was idiling normally, Debbie engaged the clutch, shifted into gear, and was on her way. Debbie would have to stop at several lights before approaching some rather steep winding roads that would take her to where she had to go. At the second traffic light that Debbie stopped at, she felt that the brake pedal seemed to go a little further down than normal. Debbie pumped the pedal a couple of times. It seemed more normal. She knew that VW brakes can get out of adjustment after time. Since it was about 2 months since she last had them adjusted, Debbie figured that was all it was. Continuing down the road, Debbie again hit the brake pedal. It still did not seem right. Once stopped again, Debbie reached down, unbuckled the ankle strap on her right sandal, and slipped it off. She then started to pump the brake pedal again. Since she often drove barefoot, Debbie wanted to see what the pedal felt like. The pedal felt a little different but nothing really unusual. Debbie was about to slip of her left sandal but the light changed. She was off again. She was now approaching some very steep and winding road ahead. The car started to climb and loosing some speed at the same time. Sensing this, Debbie quickly engaged the clutch, downshifted, and slammed her pantyhosed right foot to the VW's gas pedal. The car was really struggling to get uphill. She had her hosed toes mashing the gas all the way to the floor, willing the car to make it to the top. Once to the top, Debbie eased up on the gas and started back down hill. The car started to pick up speed. A left turn approached and Debbie eased the brake pedal in. The pedal went further to the floor. Getting a bit nervous, Debbie started to pump the brake pedal with her stockinged foot. This time however, the pedal refused to cooperate. The pedal went further and further to the floor with each frantic pump. A station wagon appeared just ahead. Debbie quickly steered left to avoid the car, honking her horn as she went by. A sheer look of terror appeared on Debbies face. She also began to scream. As the VW gained speed, the more fiercely Debbie pumped the brake pedal. The pedal made a thumping noise every time it hit the floorboard. Debbie hoped that maybe the pedal would come back to life with her continued pumping. More cars approached. Debbie honked her horn, screaming at all the cars to get out of her way. She quickly steered left to avoid 2 cars then snapped the wheel back to the right to avoid a large truck. As she did this, the rear wheels momentarily broke traction, giving Debbie another unneeded scare. Gripping the wheel tightly, her right stocking toes mashing the brake pedal to the floor, the car continued its downhill assault. Debbie's face was almost pure white. As she raced downhill, Debbie recognized a highway patrol vehicle ahead. She started to honk her horn. The patrol officer, noticing the VW quickly approaching in his rear view mirror, quickly veered to the right. He then rolled his right window down. Debbie pulled aside his car and yelled almost incoherently that she lost her brakes. The patrol officer nodded and raced ahead. He then pulled back over in front of her. Noticing that the patrol vehicle started slowing, Debbie, shaking badly,eased the clutch in with her still sandalled left foot and downshifted. The engine started to whine rather loudly but did start to slow some. Her front bumper then came into contact with the patrol vehicle's rear bumper. The patrol officer then braked easily, starting to slow both vehicle's. Debbie, legs and hands shaking, struggled to keep the VW behind the patrol car. The officer then eased off onto the shoulder, Debbie directly behind. She was finally stopped. Practically hyper-ventilating, Debbie leaned back in her seat, her right stockinged foot still grounding the brake pedal into the floorboard. The patrol officer got to her car and asked her if she was okay. Crying, Debbie thanked her new hero. He opened her door to help her out of the car. Debbie grabbed her right sandal and got out of the car. She hobbled to the patrol, as wearing only one shoe made it difficult to walk. She was also pretty weaked kneed also. She got in the car, and was able to finally relax. The officer radioed for a wrecker to have the VW towed into town. Needless to say, Debbie did not go into work that day.