Up in smoke

Wow, nobody would have expected this to happen.

Nick and I were driving home from Delta today when we smelled something abnormal. I brought it up first and I described it as that smell that cap guns give off. Kinda...smoke-ish. We got to the four way stop over by Monitor township and we noticed that the car was starting to become glazed with a grey mist. Nick pulled over at the insurance company and popped the hood. He told me to get out and open it. Now I'm not stupid. I took shop class in high school and was taught that no matter how much, or how less, the engine is smoking never open the hood. You could burn your hands. It was better to just call the fire department. So, I refused to open it, and ran across the street to the fire department. When I got there, the door was locked, so I ran to the hall. Inside I was allowed into the fire department where I was almost ran over by the fire chief. He told me to wait because he had to respond to a call about a car on fire right outside. I said that that was why I was there. He got in a truck and drove it over to Nicks car across the street, which was now totally engulfed in smoke. I ran across Midland street and walked infront of the car. You couldn't even see inside the car, there was just smoke billowing inside. I hoped that everything inside would be okay; my back pack was still in there!

I stood back from the car as the firemen were starting to spray the hood with water. A guy pulled me closer to the insurance building and we starting talking about what happened. He pointed out that there was something dripping under the car. I told him the car was a piece of crap; probably just melting rubber. Then the puddle of mysterious melty stuff caught on fire and spewed up flames from the bottom of the car. I went in the building and watched as the fire fighters fought to keep the flames down. I saw Nick inside, I went and sat by him. "Finally have an excuse to buy a new car, huh?" I said, he just replied "uh huh." Don't think he was in the mood for my humor relief.

The fighters couldn't even get the hood opened...so they forced it open. That's when I saw my step sister, Cathy. She said she was driving by and saw nicks truck on fire, so she stopped to see if everything was okay. She left after my step dad arrived. Then, when I was carrying my not-so-lovely-smoke-smelling back pack to my step dads truck, my ex girl friend, Ashleys' parents stopped by to see if everything was okay. That visitation only lasted a few minutes, once they saw that we all had rides and were safe. The fire calmed down and the poor dead truck lay there. Even more black and charred then before, it rested in...almost peace.

Way to go out with a bang.