Yesterday I was driving home from Jeff's house so I could get ready and go to work. I took Old Greenhouse, as always, but as soon as I left his house I noticed the rearend of my car was sliding as if it was hydroplaning. The road wasn't wet, so, I ignored it thinking my mind was playing games with me. I get onto Old Greenhouse and the car's still feeling a little iffy and I felt the urge to pull over but I didn't thinking I was going to be late for work. When I started to go around that corner right before Keith Harrow, I noticed my lug nuts flying past my window. As soon as I went to make the turn onto Keith Harrow, my driver's side rear tire and drum fell off and the left side of my car went slamming into the assphalt. I pulled over immediately after I lost all of my brake fluid and lost brakes, including my parking brake. In order to get the car to stop, I had to slam the car into park and the transmission made a nasty grinding noise. I grinded the hell out of my brake pads, busted my wheel cylinder, lost my parking brake bar, cracked my drum, cracked my rim, snapped the already bent axle in half, lost all brake fluid and rearend fluid, and possibly fucked up my transmission. So thanks to me slamming my ass into a curb, I just made everything worse. I should've fixed it when I had the chance. So, yeah, I'm out of a car for a while. My poor, poor baby. So much for the car show.