The wheels on the bus go round and ?

You know the feeling of driving along the motorway when your brakes start to seize on?
No?
Hmm! I do.
Last night driving home from yet another very busy, tiring day, I suddenly started to go backwards. Pulling onto the hardshoulder, in the dark, in the rush-hour. Slighty enematic.
Luckily I have had this happen before and after a few hair raising minutes, they cooled down and by gently starting and braking, I managed to free them.
Who knows, I may need to get up a couple of hours earlier, to get the bus wheels turning, to get me to work on time in the near future.

Further joy unbounded.