Don't touch the Honda

After another fruitful day of sitting on my ass and doing nothing, Nikole and I decided to go buy some wine because we were really bored. Not that we were not being entertained by the Motorcity Bowl featuring Florida Atlantic University vs. Central Michigan University, but we felt that maybe I should leave the house today. We first stopped at Joe's Liquor, mostly because I like the sign, but left because of their policy of a 40% markup. After going to the much more reasonably priced but much further away Buster's, Nikole and I were almost home when I had to make the first 911 call of my life. On Front St. in Memphis there is a portion of the road that goes under an overpass that is part of the Memphis Convention Center. When I was approaching this area I realized I could not see through to the other side due to a large amount of smoke coming from a late model Honda Civic THAT WAS ON FIRE. There were no firetrucks, no police, just a Honda Civic that was more fire than car. So, after telling Nikole that we now have a new house rule that requires her to carry a camera at all time, I called 911. I also decided to drive quickly by the car instead of turning around and going another way. I told my lovely bride that we were in no danger of explosion but I really just wanted to get a closer look. The 911 guy asked if there was anyone in the car and I told him that if anyone was in the car they were no longer with us. He then promised to expedite the fire department when I assured him that yes the car was "engulfed" and yes it was right next to a valuable building that I'm sure the city still owes money on. We then drove home remarking on how Memphis was never boring. I wonder if we still have a convention center? I also wonder how a car on a busy street can have had time to become totally consumed by flames and make a smoke cloud that obscures the road without having the fire department there already? The fire station is literally 3 blocks away. I <3 Memphis!