So I’m driving back from Target and I see this column of smoke as I’m coming down the highway.  Every time this happens in the general area of where I live, I immediately think, ‘oh shit, how close is it, is it my house?’.   So as I’m sitting there calculating the position relative to where I am and where I think my house is, the smoke gets thicker and blacker and I round the bend and right where the road splits from Interstate 376 to Interstate 79 there is car on fire.

Not a little, ‘oh, we can see some flames under the hood and it’s mostly smoke’ on fire.  This is Hollywood on fire. This is engulfing the vehicle so things are turning black and holy fuck how much gas is in this thing the fire department has emptied the road and there’s a man dressed like he came from the office on the shoulder with both hands on the back of his head and his elbows sticking out shifting his weight and rocking in a semi-circle like holy fuck holy fuck on fire. 

And it is two lanes away as I take my exit, but even at that distance, even with my windows rolled up, my air conditioning on, and two frozen items in the seat next to me, I can feel the heat.