Back in the `80's I had a beater `72 F-100. After working late at a local grocery store,I headed home (only about a mile and a half). For some reason ,the traffic was heavier than normal that night. I was coming upon a traffic light when it changed to red. No problem I thought, I can stop this turd. I hit the brakes, which did their best imitation of Huddini and dissapeared. I mean the pedal hit the floor in two times zones! The only thing that I could do was hold on tight to the wheel as I shot though the intersection! I don't know who was more skerd, me , or the two people who went through the intersection just in front of me!