The burning truck
It was a cold night when we went to pick up some new sofas that we ordered. We had to take and old truck because they wouldn’t fit on any other vehicle that we had. Once we got to the pick-up spot they were closing up so we had barely made it.
As the guys that worked there helped my dad load the truck I strong cold breeze rolled in and it hit my face and it felt like as if a thin knife was passing by my skin. The night seemed darker than when we got there. Chills running down my back and to my legs one guy yells out. LOCKED AND LOADED!!! I got so scared I almost screamed.
After the truck was loaded all the guys just left back in to the warehouse and left us all alone outside. As my mom and I got in the truck my dad tried turning on the truck but it wouldn’t turn on. He tried over and over and nothing would happen. A little later he tried again and suddenly we see a light coming from the hood. The gas that went into the carburetor caught on fire. The first thing my dad does is rush to open the hood and as soon as he sees the fire he gets me and my mom off and grabs the rag he keeps behind the seat.
As my dad fought the fire with a rag and his bare hands the fire wouldn’t give up. As soon as my dad got close the fire burst up really high, it must have been because of a air bubble. The fire began to weaken and when the fire got small he wrapped the carburetor with the rag burning his right thumb. After about an hour my dad friend that we had called came and helped us out. Finally we got home and agreed never to use that truck until we fix it.
“Once I get there, he tells me the car I wanted was sold yesterday.” – David stanley