I'm having a Tuesday lunch with my workmates, although I'm not very hungry because it seems I just recently ate. I'm driving, a car like my blue Festiva. It seems that we have a few minutes to wait, so we're driving around a little bit, exploring.

I drive into this sort of garage under a building, and through a doorway. Suddenly the road becomes a steep ramp, just wide enough for my car, plunging downward into muddy runoff water.

As we are careening down the wooden ramp, I have time to tell my passengers that there is no way I will be able to stop the car in time, so get ready to swim. But I skillfully apply the brakes, compression, and all my resources to pull the car to a stop right before the water. Then I have to back it all the way back up the narrow ramp, which I didn't think could be done, but I do it.