Stopping with a flourish is fine and spectacular when you are driving horses accustomed to that method and on the lookout for it.

Horses have a way of stiffening their forelegs and sliding their hind feet and giving a lot of dramatic finish to the performance.

But there is no dramatic sense at all in the tin brain of a Ford.

It just stopped.

And the insecure fourth Bohunk in the tonneau went hurtling forward into the front seat straight on his way through the windshield.
Casey threw up an elbow instinctively and caught him in the collar button and so avoided breakage and blood spattered around.