Our Car Burned Up

We were planning to write some posts this week on Pair (we love it) and Columbia City (we really love it). But then our car burned up, so we thought we'd put that at the head of the line.
About two minutes before this photo was taken, we were headed to a service station. My wife was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and our daughter was in back.
Then, BANG! Someone grenaded the car. At least, that's what it sounded like. Flames darted up in front of the windshield. "Holy shit," said my brain to the rest of me, as I undid my seatbelt and hustled to evacuate our daughter.
My wife said "Get Simone! Get Simone!" as I said "I'm getting her! I'm getting her!" I unlocked the back door, messed with those particular car seat straps for the final time, grabbed my daughter, and beelined to the curb. My wife joined me carrying the diaper bag, umbrella stroller, and canvas bag she'd rescued from the trunk.
A very nice passer-by gave us his information -- "I saw the whole thing and can be a witness." He took pictures. In my peripheral vision, I could see scores more photos being snapped. (After posting this, I'm checking YouTube for the cell phone video I'm sure someone took.)
Some very friendly folks at Caruh salon offered to let us sit. They got us water and offered tea, loaned us their Yellow Pages, and gave us lots of sympathy. I caught Andie and Lynn's names, but more people than that helped. Thanks.
From their balcony, I watched our car burn and took a few photos, before talking to a police officer. I took a few more photos after the firefighters got there.
Thanks to the guy from Science Art and More who asked if we wanted him to use his fire extinguisher. We looked at the rapidly mounting flames and advised him against it. But we appreciated the thought.
We also appreciate the firefighters letting us know that the loud bangs we heard after the fire started were the front tire popping, then the front struts shooting out. Yowza.
All the photos I took are in a Flickr set, because this is the information age and what the hell do you do when your car burns up? After you call your insurance company, talk to policemen and firemen, stop by Whole Foods for produce and Jamba Juice, and catch a bus home, you blog it and share photos, that's what.
If anyone out there was among the shutterbugs, we'd love to see your photos, as we await further discussion with our insurance company.



I feel a little guilty that, as I took these photos, I had the presence of mind to think, "This is gonna make a killer Seattlest post."
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