Victor's Fire

It was one of those really hot days here in Chicago yesterday. Usually my car is parked in a parking garage and really doesn't travel too far, but when it's hot, my car does struggle some. For that matter, when it's really cold, my car struggles too. It's really perfect in the spring and fall.

Anyway, Joy and I were out and about yesterday running all sorts of errands. We stopped towards the end of our journeys to get some gas. Well, when I turned the car on, I noticed the oil warning light blinking. I opened the hood, noticed the oil cap was rather hot, and checked the oil. I figured I might as well put a little more in. Well, I didn't focus on the task at hand and I spilled some oil over the side of the oil container.

Instantly, the oil caught on fire. I called out to Joy, "Get out of the car...it's on fire."

Needless to say, panic ensued. The flame started to go down while Joy and I wondered what on earth we were actually supposed to do. Call 9-1-1? Water? We just watched it go, fearing it would blow at any moment. Eventually, I just started blowing. Yes, blowing. And the wonderful thing is that the fire went out.

It was a rough day for Victor, but today he seemed to be back to his normal faithful self, with the normal squeeks and grunts. I was never so afraid to get in a car and turn the key. Thankfully, I've lived to tell this true tale.