The Malibu passed away on Wednesday, July 11th, and it's ashes were spread over a field in the peaceful town of Lewiston. After a rough week of car troubles, she had had enough. I was driving home from a shopping trip in Logan, when the car started to give me some trouble. I decided to take the back roads home just in case. When I was in Trenton, I smelt something funny. After calling mom to tell her to come pick me up, I decide to keep going. Then, the next thing I knew was I had pulled over on the side of the road by Ritewood. Smoke came up from under the car, and I though it had overheated. So, I got out and realized that the brush under the car was on fire. I grabbed my phone and started to run. I called 911. Soon my car was fully engulfed in flames. I saw Mom and Dad pull up and jump out of the car. Dad thought I was still in it and he ran towards the car to get me out. He burnt himself but soon both he and mom realized I was okay. Mom came running to me crying, and Dad sat on the road crying. Needless to say, it was a rough night, but we are all okay.
3 comments:
Gosh, that almost makes me cry! Sorry about the car. But at least you have a cool story to tell and an excuse to get a totally rad car now.
That is an awesome picture. Sorry about the car. Now your dad can get you that convertible BMW.
We are glad you are OK.
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