Good brakes and common fucking sense!
Blowing down the 635E between Royal and Walnut Hill, traffic is iffy at the tag-end of Rush Hour. I see a few cars ahead (not all) do a panic stop, so I gingerly hit the brakes (I'd left plenty of stopping distance). Out of nowhere, a child's playhouse goes skidding across in front of me from the left lane towards the right lane. The little bit of brakes turns into a little more brakes... I missed it. Not so lucky was the black Dodge Charger to the right of me that refused to slow for probable conditions (panic stops ahead). Next time I look he's a couple of blocks back with the emergency blinkers on, in the middle of 5 lanes.