This post:
"I like the brake failure light. If you need a light to inform you that your brakes have failed..."
In this thread:
https://grassrootsmotorsports.com/forum/grm/nmna-1983-volvo-244-turbo/106471/page1/#post1908468
Kick started a movie in my head and my mind was sucked down the rabbit hole so I had to jot down the story of the mind movie. Anybody else have this affliction? If so, please feel free to share. 
Said short story:
My Mark VII has one too. I can't help but picture two crusty old guys flying down the road in a Mark VII on their way to a lakeside cabin retreat/board meeting when the light pops on...
brake warning light illuminates
The driver adjusts his monocle while squinting at the light,
Archibald- "I say, Reginald, it appears we have a malfunction in the braking system."
Reginald- "Oh my. Can it be fixed?" sips from his tiny cup of coffee.
Archibald- "Let's ring the mechanic, shall we..."
A phone rings in a South Boston mechanic shop. A coverall clad, greasy man answers it.
Mickey- "Yeah, this is Mahtee's (Marty's) cah suhviss, whaddaya need?"
Archibald- "Good day, Marty..."
Mickey- "Dis is Mickey."
Archibald- "Ah, Mickey. Well, my good man, it seems as though my brakes are on the Fritz, as it were."
Mickey- "Nah, I said Mickey, Fritz is oat today. Yah gaht a brake prahblum?"
Archibald- "I see... well yes...hold on one moment please, I'm overtaking a spot of traffic..."
Archibald hands the phone to Reginald
Mickey scowls then glances around when the sounds of screeching tires comes through the phone.
Reginald- "Jolly good maneuvering, Archibald." he sets the phone down to dunk a Biscoff cookie in his coffee.
They continue down the road, weaving in and out of traffic with Reginald sipping his coffee and Archibald accelerating even more to 100+mph. Wouldn't want to be late! Mickey is still on the other end of the phone and while he can hear the howling engine, occasional horn blast and screeching tires, neither Reginald nor Archibald can hear him yelling. After five minutes he's just about to hang up when Archibald remembers the phone. Reginald is still sipping and eating, blissfully oblivious to everything except his cookies and coffee.
Archibald- "Oh, I say." grabs the phone "Marty, are you still there?"
Mickey- "Mickey..."
Archibald- "Yes, Mickey. Are you still there?"
Mickey rolls his eyes.
Archibald, waiting for Mickey to respond tries to grab one of Reginald's cookies and a scuffle ensues. As they fight over the last tasty morsel the car begins a sickening side-to-side swerve.
Reginald- "I purchased these, they are NOT yours and you may NOT have one..."
Archibald takes both hands off the wheel, sets down the phone again and liberates a cookie from Reginald's desperate grasp as the car spins a complete 360 degrees at 120 mph.
Archibald- "Ha HA!!!"
He triumphantly gulps down the cookie in one bite.
Reginald (seething with rage)- "You forgot the COFFEE!!!!"
He throws the boiling hot liquid from his seemingly bottomless tiny cup directly into Archibald's eyes. A few seconds into Archibald's blood curdling scream Reginald calmly picks up the phone.
Reginald- "Fritz?"
Mickey- "It's Mickey, ya fack!"
Reginald- "Mickey. If it would not be too much trouble could you come and service the brakes on Archibald's Lincoln? It appears there may be an issue."
Archibald has both hands over his eyes and is screaming at the top of his lungs. His leg is fully extended and locked, burying the accelerator against the floorboard. The car is spiraling down the road yet somehow maintaining a velocity of 120 mph.
Mickey- "What's with awl the screaming?"
Reginald- "Oh, Archie appears to have something in his eye. If it's not too much trouble, could you fix it quickly? We're in a terrible rush. Thank you."
Reginald smiles and hangs up the phone. Then he digs another package of cookies out of his jacket pocket, pours more scalding coffee from a hidden carafe and returns to his blissful snacking.
Mickey- "Just how in the f..." phone goes dead "...dumbass..."
Reginald- "I say, Archie, would you mind keeping it down?"
The car careens off the road and skips over the surface of a lake like a flat stone. It plows into a soft mound of earth on the far side of the lake, next to a large cabin that is surrounded by Limousines and various luxury cars. Reginald calmly steps out, brushes off the cookie crumbs and strolls toward the cabin. Archibald is still screaming with his hands on his face, and his foot buried against the gas pedal. The rear tires quickly dig a deep hole in the soft ground.
Gertrude- "Oh, Reginald, how nice to see you!"
They air kiss at each other's cheeks.
Gertrude- "Where is Archibald?"
Reginald- "He should be along shortly, he's having a bit of car trouble..."
