Something happened to me the other day when I was pulling into a parking space at Chula Vista that hasn't happened to me in a long time. As I was pulling into my space, the car right beside me was pulling out. Naturally, I thought my car was still moving so I kept pushing my brake pedal harder and harder until I realized what was happening.
I hate it when that happens. Of course, for someone who has given up drinking for Lent, that's as close as I've been to a head rush in a while.