So I was driving down the freeway yesterday and the battery light in my car came on for a second and then turned off. It did it again. Then the check engine light. Then the temp light. Then the battery light and the check engine light. Then the temp light again. I noticed the car driving funny. Then all the lights came on and turned off. Then I smelled something kinda funny....and then smoke started coming through the air vents. Shit.
I put my hazards on and pulled over and called my dad. I went to pop the hood and then Ray and I noticed that the edges of the hood were black and the middle of the hood was turning orange (my car is white). Damn it!! My car was on fire. Needless to say, I ran to the safe side of my car--the grass side--and started backing away. I didn't know what to do! Ray dove back into the car to grab important stuff like his military hats that were in the back window and my purse and stuff and ran over to me.
A guy and his wife pulled over to help us--he had a fire extinguisher and was trying to put out the fire, but it was no use. It had already gotten out of control. Just then, a police officer pulled over and called the fire department. There was a fire IN my car and one UNDER my car. Gah!! I was so scared!! I asked the officer if it was going to blow up and he said "Probably not. Only if the fire reaches the gas tank. And even then, probably not." I just KNEW it was going to blow up though.
So we just sat there and watched my car burn while we waited for the fire department. I heard some loud popping that kind of scared me, but the police officer (actually, he was a "constable") informed me that it was just my tires popping....and then melting...
By the time the fire department got there, the car was toast. And that was that. I was shocked. It was crazy. I just kept thinking that things like this just don't happen! Not to me! It couldn't be real. But it was. And it sucked. So now I don't have a car.