Harrowing events yesterday. I lost the brakes on my 1963 Ford Falcon convertible while driving with my son in the car. I had the choice of crashing into the car in front of me or ditching it in some hedges near a parking lot. I chose the hedges. After the car had stopped, my son began to cry. I asked him why he was crying, he said that he would now be late for his baseball practice. Lucky scenario, the previous day, I was on the highway going 60 mph. No soft hedges to crash into there.