Jerking up the e-brake to slide around on a gravel road, dropped the brake, gunned it, something made a distinctly breaking noise, engine cut out.
That's when I saw the smoke coming from under the hood and went for the fire extinguisher. Jumped out and saw fire spreading under the front tires, ran a sufficient distance and sat down to watch the 2 1/2 lb NO2 bottle in the glove compartment go boom.
Called for a tow truck and told them to take their time. (It was a nokia 9300, so no camera phone, that'll teach my priorities.)
As I waited I watched my poor little car burn and smolder while pondering what the real meaning of the term "firewall" was.
I later adopted the attitude that, while it sucked, at least I didn't get burned/dead and it was actually pretty fricken cool to watch.
As to the back lights, if you can figure out which junk yard it was hauled to be my guest.
Yes, I blew up my G6. Yes, I had fun doing it. No, we don't have video of the event or pictures of the melted compacted cube of metal that it became.
Last edited by DBWatkins; 07-06-2010 at 06:03 PM.
Reason: The cell phone bit.