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TIFU By Pulling The Handbrake Too Hard

TIFU by pulling the handbrake on my uncle's car too hard.
We had just got back from dinner outside, and were having a chat while the car was parked. Now, I don't know what went over me, but as I was sitting in the passenger seat, thinking about what game I'll play tonight, I made the genius decision to see how hard I could pull the handbrake on his car.
I pulled it hard. Very hard. When I tried to put it back down, using all my might, I couldn't.
A wave of "oh fuck" washed over me IMMEDIATELY. Now there's us, me and my uncle, using both our hands, all our strength, unable to put the handbrake down. Fortunately, by some miracle, we put it down.

Cut to next day, I'm back in my uncle's car with him, ready to go out for dinner again. As he tries to back the car up out of our parking space, the car didn't move. It was skidding against the ground and wouldn't back up or go forward. I got out of the car to see what was wrong.
The handbrake on the left rear tyre was jammed. It wouldn't move. We tried to dislodge the jammed brake by trying to drive the car with the stuck tyre, but lo and behold that shit was jammed hard.
Next, we jacked the car up and tried to remove the tyre to see what was wrong.
Unfortunately, even the tyre was stuck and won't come out.
As the situation unfolded, it was proposed that the crane service would have to be called to pick the car up and take it to the service center. Fortunately, that didn't happen and we called a mechanic to ask for advice.

Cut to 2 hours later, it's cold, dark, late and 4 of my family members including me and my uncle are standing outside, watching the mechanic we called to check out what was wrong with the car. After much effort, fortunately, the mechanic dislodged the handbrake and the tyre was now moving.
Obviously, it doesn't end here. When my uncle pulled the handbrake again, being under the impression that everything was all okay and fixed now, the tyre got stuck again. The mechanic spent an additional half hour to dislodge the brake again. The tyre was moving now without any issues. My dad would take the car to the service center the next day to get the cable replaced.

All in all, my fuckup cost us over 4 hours of our time, almost gave us hypothermia, and set us back $80 for the mechanic and about 200$ more when the cable will be replaced tomorrow.

I have never felt more embarrassed and guilty. The disappointment and anger was enough to make me feel like I was stuck to the earth with guilt.
Moral - DO NOT pull the handbrake on your car too hard.

TL;DR - I fucked up by pulling the handbrake on my uncle's car too hard. The brake got stuck and jammed the left rear tyre and the car wouldn't move because of it.

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