Tonight I was driving to dinner with my little brother and sister and some dummyhead in a Cherokee pulled out perpendicular to me, crossing the road while I'm approaching 50 mph. I slam on the brakes and miss this guys rear passenger quarter panel by about 6 feet before he got out of the way. I locked up all 4 35" General Grabbers with stock brakes in the front and discs on an 8.8 in the rear. Weird thing is is that I hit the brakes, pushed the clutch in, and counter-steered (the ass end stepped out) without even thinking about it. Sure got my heart pounding.