Brake line burst riiiiight where it crimps into the fitting. This is going to be a long day. Time to track down some hose in a rural area.
First code brown moment in a while. Pedal went straight to the floor. Van did not stop. This was an issue, as I was doing 55 and the 90° bend in the road was suddenly quite a bit closer than it had been previously.
E-brake pulled, rear tires locked up. Couple feet of skids before I dialed it back, pumping the brakes in the hopes of building some pressure. Managed to make the turn wide without tipping, at the expense of a nice flower bed. Drove to a safe spot and am now waiting for a tow. Popped the hood to find zero brake fluid in the resuvoir, and then noticed the tire coated in brake fluid, with the inside of the wheel absolutely slathered in the stuff. I keep thinking how glad I am that it was me behind the wheel, and not one of our newer drivers. Or hell, one of our older drivers. Icy mountain drifting has at the very least beaten the panic genes out of my DNA.
Have a pretty view from earlier today. Absolutely phenomenal view of Mt Rainier.