Good Times

Well, this is just a funny story from when Julie was last here over the summer. The title is something she would say. I had my car (Sequoia) in to check/fix the brakes and had just gotten it back. I kept complaining to Julie as we were driving around (yes, she let me drive) that they just didn't feel right. We decided to go to Sacramento to visit Joanna and the kids. I complained some more about the brakes. After visiting, Julie demanded the keys and said "Let me drive." She said the brakes seemed OK to her. We drove down Watt Avenue and went on Highway 50 East. We got off the freeway on Prairie City Road, no problem. The speed limit there is 55 MPH and we were probably doing that as it was around 11 PM. We came up to the intersection of Prairie City and Iron Point Road and the light was red and we weren't slowing enough for me. I said "Julie, you can slow down now. Julie, JULIE!!!!!!" And we both screamed halfway through the intersection as the brakes FAILED!!!!! Thank goodness it was so late and on a weeknight so no traffic or we would have been killed. She looked both ways; no one was coming. We kept going home at a VERY slow pace. Good times in Folsom.