runaway deathcab

my last nite in fargo - most likely anyway. gonna go out in style. left a message for luke telling him i'd meet up with him at great northern tonite. in the meantime, i need some food. drive around town to find a grocery store and sure enough - after an entire week of no car problems - the brakes lock up again. pull into a gas station; figure the brakes will release on their own if i just give them time. hmm... might be a good idea to buy a wrench and some tools in case i need to do some repairs / damages to the car, myself. talk to the gas station lady. she says there's a hardware store about a mile up the road. start walking. get there. buy a fancy $12 adjustable wrench after much debate as to what size my brake lines are and what other tools i might need to possibly loosen / break them. walk back to the car. it's been about an hour now. get in the car. start it. try to move. ain't budging. brakes are still locked. well, shit. i guess i'll just pop the hood here and take a look inside. okay, there's the brake lines. here's my new fandangled wrench. maybe if i just loosen it right here... shit! just stripping the nut... just then, the brakes release on their own and the deathcab starts rolling backwards into the middle of street with the hood propped open. fuck fuck fuck!! i run after and into it; pull on the emergency brake. drive it back into the parking lot. whew! the brakes are working!!