New 80’s Ford company car, driving back from SC and the V6 crankshaft broke. As I was later informed.
Coming down that bobsled run with no engine and no power breaks or steering, late afternoon traffic and nowhere to go. Wrestled it down to Los Gatos somehow,found a pay phone and called the leasing company. Walked back to the Black Cat (is it still there?) and had myself a drink. Used up one of my lucky stars that day. New replacement car showed up a couple of hours later. Guy from the leasing company paid my tab.
Just a treacherous piece of road.
17 was always a challenge...particularly with the old cars that had drum brakes.
There were many times I made the final curve at SC to head south on 1 when I was trailing more smoke than a diesel and had no pedal left. Metallic linings later took care of that problem.