Written & Published to raise funds for the UK’s FIRE FIGHTERS’ CHARITY.
The Day My Own Car Caught Fire!
By far the most embarrassing ‘call out’ I ever attended was thirty years’ ago or so, when my own car caught fire as I was ‘tanking it’ along a ‘B-Road’ in a desperate attempt to get home as quickly as possible! The reason was my then-girlfriend had somewhat arbitrarily declared, all of a sudden, that she was ‘feeling hot!’ Of course, quite predictably, I mistook her highly-unusual confession to be an extremely rare opportunity to take advantage of my good fortune – because, at that precise moment, I had no idea the engine of my car had caught fire and that the newly-generated high temperature was, in fact, due to its heat being drawn into the car through its air vents! And the fact that my means of transport was nothing more than a battered, beaten up, old Citroën 2CV made the ‘ridicule factor’ on station, later on, slide off the Richter scale!
At the time, and as far as I was concerned, my girlfriend and I had reached the ‘friend zone’ far too quickly! That said, I realise now that, in trying to dash home racing like Nigel Mansell, had not been an especially good idea, as I had only ‘fuelled the flames’, so to speak, and, within a matter of a minute or so, I could see plumes of smoke emanating from both sides of the bonnet. It was then that I finally understood what my girlfriend had meant when she’d talked about ‘feeling hot!’; so, I pulled over hastily, blocking all traffic in the process…