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Suddenly my housemates are running around yelling things like “call 911”. Evidentially it was burning for long enough for a neighbor to have called it in because 911 answered with, “Car fire, yes, we know.” instead of even saying “hello”. I was too dumbstruck to say what I wanted, which was, “Yes, but you know the address?” I said “thank you” and hung up, realizing that if they were on the right block they’d see the house to go to.
We got dressed and went down stairs. Soon 4 cop cars arrived, one tried to use his tiny fire extinguisher to put out the fire. While it didn’t, it at least kept things as bay for a bit.
My housemate explained that his truck is a diesel and the engine block heater was plugged into the external outlet. Most likely it sparked and caught on fire. We stood outside with the cops (oddly, 4 of the 5 cops were female) and watched it burn. When the firetruck arrived my housemate explained the situation. (NB: Diesels break when they freeze, so they get plugged into heaters on cold nights.)
Well the firefighters were able to put out the fire. It took a long time but it did finally go out. Nobody was hurt. The truck is totaled. The vinyl siding is melted, and if you look closely you can see starburst-patterns on the door? That’s were the initial burst of flames threw burning shrapnel all over the place, which must have been the bam!bam!bam! that we heard when the whole thing started.
What a night!