We get to this party in the woods (Friends' lake house) and get all shitty, so my friend Joe drives us home.  On the way home, the van busts into a burst of smoke, and the breaks start smoking.  At this point we are all yelling and freaking as we feel we will die in seconds.... somehow we coast about the 5 miles to home w/ break pads smoking, engine blasting, and the tape player blasting Moma Dance... it was like an amusement ride, i nearly shit my pants twice! Unfortunately, the van died but the memories live on...

- Bryan P

Editor's Note: Well, at least the smoke kept the driver alert... at least he didn't really have the option of falling asleep at the wheel.