Last summer I borrowed my uncle’s ‘91 ford club wagon to visit my friend, driving from Dowagiac, MI to Detroit. About 45 minutes into the trip, everything was going fine, when suddenly the power steering went out and white smoke started shooting out from under the car.

I managed to redirect it off the road, and I ran over a road marker. There was still some smoke, but now it was coming from under the car, where apparently a small grass fire had started, which, sure enough, crept back up into the engine.




My computer was in there, and so were my favorite clothes (including a leather blazer).

I was stuck on the side of the road for an hour or so waiting for everything to clear up and for my very shaken uncle to pick me up. Good times. At least it was covered by insurance.