When I left the Wood Dale office tonight the Expedition had what can only be described as a catastrophic brake failure. As in: push brake pedal to the floor with sickening ease and the truck doesn't slow appreciably. Also, on the dash, the BRAKE light is on, glowing angrily in red at me.
You can bet I am not driving to work tomorrow. But I do have to get home to figure out what went wrong.
It has been and is going to continue to be a very interesting commute home.
Right now I am on the shoulder at the I-88 interchange on Southbound I-355, preparing myself for the challenge of very carefully negotiating the merging traffic. This is the worst spot of all, really.
Once I have done that I've got about fifteen miles to go before I reach my driveway. Thank god for downshifting, parking brakes and hazard lights.
