Two days ago, my daughter and I went to look at a property at a subdivision about 25 minutes away from her home. Just curious. We took the 2001 Jeep and ended up lost down a desolate sandy road within the subdivision. Diana was cranking the steering wheel to turn around and head back to a more populated area when we heard a pop and smoke began seeping out from under the hood. My daughter, the quick thinker, yelled, “Mom we’ve got to get out and run. This car is going to catch on fire.” And she was right. To make a longer story short, we called 911 (thank goodness there was reception out there) and gave them an incorrect location, but two fire trucks finally found us. By then, the car was fully engulfed in flames, just like in the movies, as we watched helplessly. It took them a while to put out the fire. All we were left with was a shell of a car, and our lives. Sorry that there are no visuals this time, but you can use your imagination if you’ve ever seen such a movie scene. We’re down to one car now which Diana needs to get to school.