On Saturday my bro-in-law Adrian and I were headed up to Coburg in a hired van. We were just getting onto the Bolte Bridge when Adrian noticed a warning light on the dashboard. We weren’t sure what it meant, so I reached for the van owner’s manual, which said something along the lines of:
1. Make sure the handbrake is off.
Well Adrian twiddled it as much as you can when driving at freeway speeds, and it was definitely off.
2. If the handbrake is off, immediately stop the vehicle and urgently contact your dealer as the brake fluid is low, which may lead to brake failure, your van crashing into something, and you and your passengers dead. DEAD!
Well, something like that.
Naturally, we panicked. I got on the phone to the hire place, and asked if the brakes appeared to be working. They were. Then they said to drive to their Preston office, in Murray Road. Okay. I hung up.
How do you get to Murray Road? Dunno, there’s no Melway in this van. Argh!
Rang my sister for directions. Got directions. Got off the freeway, headed for Murray Road. While at traffic lights, Adrian fiddled with the hand brake again, and… you guessed it, the light went out.
Blargh. So we didn’t die from brake failure after all.
I blame the indicator light thingy. Must be over-sensitive.