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My rear carpets normally steam. The many submersions and the resultant steam are a constant source of amusment for those who bravely ride in my Jeep. On the trip to Moab, about six hours away from home, I looked back and saw that they were really steaming and asked Sean, my very own personal fire fighter, "So, is there any chance at all that the box of CRAWL magazines on my floorboard could catch fire...?"
Sean replied confidentaly, "No way! Do you know how much conductivity it would take for that to happen? It's impossible with all the air rushing around under there." Whew! I was relieved, as I'd just moments prior lived through the nightmare of my beloved Cherokee melting into the pavement of the mountain pass.
A minute passes. Literally.
"Sean...are you sure?" I asked after smelling a new odor entirely, one similar to that of the burning hair of a soggy buffalo. I would guess.
"Oh, shit! That's not steam, that's smoke!!! Pull over!"
I started to pull over, and keyed the CB to alert the other members of the convoy to our calamity. "Uh, I think I'm on fire," I said. Then, to my relief, Sean proclaimed after pouring two bottles of water over the carpet, "No, never mind, we're okay. It's out." Whew! Thank god I brought a real live fireman with me!
I keyed the mike again to tell my compatriots that we were indeed okay and that we should keep going. As I was doing so, Sean said, "No, we're really on fire, you'd better pull over." Well, damn. The mike was already on, so I just said, "Yep, I'm on fire," and headed for the flattest spot with the least amount of combustable foliage. It was a rough stop.
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion and lots of hot photos!
-----Matt-----
Sean replied confidentaly, "No way! Do you know how much conductivity it would take for that to happen? It's impossible with all the air rushing around under there." Whew! I was relieved, as I'd just moments prior lived through the nightmare of my beloved Cherokee melting into the pavement of the mountain pass.
A minute passes. Literally.
"Sean...are you sure?" I asked after smelling a new odor entirely, one similar to that of the burning hair of a soggy buffalo. I would guess.
"Oh, shit! That's not steam, that's smoke!!! Pull over!"
I started to pull over, and keyed the CB to alert the other members of the convoy to our calamity. "Uh, I think I'm on fire," I said. Then, to my relief, Sean proclaimed after pouring two bottles of water over the carpet, "No, never mind, we're okay. It's out." Whew! Thank god I brought a real live fireman with me!
I keyed the mike again to tell my compatriots that we were indeed okay and that we should keep going. As I was doing so, Sean said, "No, we're really on fire, you'd better pull over." Well, damn. The mike was already on, so I just said, "Yep, I'm on fire," and headed for the flattest spot with the least amount of combustable foliage. It was a rough stop.
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion and lots of hot photos!
-----Matt-----