The unthinkable happened today. Not five minutes after I'd gotten home from school and was inside changing into my pajamas I heard a huge BOOM outside. I thought 'hmm, that sounded kind of close, let me look out the window.' Black smoke engulfed my Eagle coming from under the hood. The hood is bulged up in the center and it looks like its bubbling.
I run outside, screaming "SH!T!!!" and pop the hood to release the pressure, but then I saw the flames.
Called the fire department in a manic panic exclaiming to the dispatch woman that my car is on fire in my driveway.
A policeman comes not a few minutes later, and I'm like "Where is the fire department?!" The policeman replies that they are on their way, and he speaks into his walkie-talkie something along the lines of "Yep, it's on fire."
FINALLY I hear the sirens. I'm just standing on my porch watching my baby burn. BURN. There's stuff falling out from the bottom of the car on fire, the smoke is incredibly large and just thick and black, you can't even SEE inside my car because of the smoke.
It felt like forever but the fire department got the hose up and running and started to spray 'er down. I had already "unlocked" the hood to pop it but they were having trouble and I couldn't possibly yell over the noise to explain to them to turn the latch thingie to get the
thing open.
Then they grabbed the axe. I held my breath and prayed they wouldn't have to hack into it. Thank God one of the fireman figured out the hood and lifted it up, revealing HUGE, FIERY, ANGRY DEPTHS OF heck to shoot out from under the hood. The flames were a good two feet high above the open hood door.
They doused the flames with their magical water foam and I was nearly crying in hysteria and anguish over my prized Eagle. Literally, as it just won 1st place not three weeks ago.
They got the fire out, they didn't have to spray inside the car, and now I'm in complete and utter shock and despair.
My dad finally gets home after I call him at work as the fire department are taking their leave. I'm standing in the driveway in my pajamas just staring at my car.
The
car blew up. Exploded, practically.
Here are the horrible pictures of the aftermath. It hurts me just to go outside and see it sitting there all sad and lonely and depressing.
I warn you, you may tear up.
We have NO idea what caused it exactly. The d@mn thing was off when it blew. I can't imagine what would've happened had I still been inside the vehicle. If I were on the road and it happened I don't know what I would've done. Run like heck, I guess. It was horrible. There are no words to describe my pain.
The first thing I said to my dad when he got out of the car was "Do we have to throw it away?!" to which he replied, "No, we can rebuild it."
WE CAN REBUILD IT.
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