I'm hijacking Carrie's blog...

Bled the brakes tonight. In the dark. Then Carrie, who was assisting me, offered to take the Daewhoopteedoo for a test drive to see if there was any noticeable difference in the breaking performance. She pulled out of the driveway and sped off into the distance. "Maybe a little caution with the untested brakes?!?" I think to myself. I was expecting her to come back around the block in a minute. A minute passes by. No big deal I think. I'll just put my tools away while I wait. And clean up Miles's toys in the back yard. And put away the bike. And sweept the garage. And put all the drill bits in order. And now I'm getting kinda nervous. I DID re-tighten the bleeders, right? I did put the cap back on the reservoir, right? What could possibly go wrong?!? Omygosh the brakes failed and she's wrapped around a telephone pole or under a truck or something. Should I go looking for her? But I would have to take Miles with me, and should he be traumatized watching his mother take her last gasp of air? Should I call the cops? No, don't be irrational. She'll be back any moment. Right? I should just pull some weeds here along the fence. In the dark. That will take my mind off things. WHERE IS SHE?!? 

Oh here she comes. Apparently the stopping off at the library and picking up a book on tape should be part of a brakes test drive.

Sheesh.