Twice today I had to lean hard on the back brake, both times for peds.
The first: Three guys waiting at the bottom of the Brooklyn Bridge, waiting for traffic. They see me and still walk right in my path. Laid a Steve McQueen skid, fishtailing to a stop at the last second. They were duly impressed; me, I was amazed I hadn't killed anybody.
The second: an entire crowd of jaywalkers crosses against my left turn. I have a lane, but this little Asian woman just sprints right in front of me. Another chance to lay a skid, dropping down to a 35 degree angle and squealing to a halt. She still ran into me, but apologized profusely.
It's not me. It's the Kool-Stops.