I’m disappointed that I have no burnt-out wreck photos for you. Frankly, I don’t wish for anyone’s car to burn until it’s barely recognizable…but since it happened without my involvement, wish or otherwise, I wanted a photo!
On my way to the convenience store, I walked through the garage and easily found where the fire had occurred that I wrote about in my previous entry. The car wasn’t there, however. I knew I had the right place because police tape was warning passers-by to stay away, and the air was thick with the smell of gasoline. Oh yea, and the ceiling was jet black with soot. This was the view, shooting down the row of parking spaces:
Those two vertical black things hanging from the ceiling? Piping from the sprinkler system. Looks like it couldn’t keep up.
So there you go. Move along, nothing to see here…