Meanwhile, back at the farm, the garage building was continuing. While we were gone, the (now much smaller) crew had put up a lot of the wall sheathing and was starting to put up the roof joists. 
We hit the road, but we didn't get very far before we encountered this on the side of the highway:
So we pulled off. A guy standing nearby asked for my fire extinguisher. I gave it to him. We ran over to the fire, but he couldn't get access to the engine compartment. On this trip back North I was hauling some welding supplies for the Green Grendel project. So I told him to wait while I retrieved an 8' piece of channel iron. In the 30 seconds it takes for me to retrieve it he wastes the extinguisher spraying the outside of the car.
Next time, I will probably think twice before handing off a tool like that. I'm not sure why I didn't keep control of it. We wound up going over there together anyway.
Anyway, having squandered the one chance we had to stop the fire, we had nothing else to do but sit and watch it burn. I backed Big Blue away from the flames and parked across the fiery lane to keep other drivers in the less-fiery lane. And we sat there consoling the driver. A young gal, she evidently was test driving this Trailblazer to see if she wanted to buy it. We all agreed that it wasn't the car for her.
And here come the cavalry.
Beautiful truck. Containing baby and flammable welding supplies. Please don't hit it. And definitely don't push it toward the flames.
Yes, it's quite a ways back from the fire now, but the evil thoughts still linger.
Side note, that gravel burnout was from when I first pulled up and rushed up to where the black truck was.
When the firemen appeared, they set up a flagman, who stopped all traffic during the spray down. So it backed up for a minute or two before everyone crept past. It's interesting, nobody slowed down for a flaming hulk with a large smoke plume, but nobody wanted to do more than 5MPH past the parked fire truck.
The amazing thing here is just how little is left of the Trailblazer. That compartment used to be really cramped (Right, @Larry and @ZooMad75?) And there's just not a whole lot left, comparatively.
Having finished out opportunity to help, we pulled out and continued our trek.
We stopped at the nearest town and bought a new fire extinguisher. A 5lb extinguisher this time instead of a 2.5lb one.
We hit the road, but we didn't get very far before we encountered this on the side of the highway:
So we pulled off. A guy standing nearby asked for my fire extinguisher. I gave it to him. We ran over to the fire, but he couldn't get access to the engine compartment. On this trip back North I was hauling some welding supplies for the Green Grendel project. So I told him to wait while I retrieved an 8' piece of channel iron. In the 30 seconds it takes for me to retrieve it he wastes the extinguisher spraying the outside of the car.
Next time, I will probably think twice before handing off a tool like that. I'm not sure why I didn't keep control of it. We wound up going over there together anyway.
Anyway, having squandered the one chance we had to stop the fire, we had nothing else to do but sit and watch it burn. I backed Big Blue away from the flames and parked across the fiery lane to keep other drivers in the less-fiery lane. And we sat there consoling the driver. A young gal, she evidently was test driving this Trailblazer to see if she wanted to buy it. We all agreed that it wasn't the car for her.
And here come the cavalry.
Beautiful truck. Containing baby and flammable welding supplies. Please don't hit it. And definitely don't push it toward the flames.
Yes, it's quite a ways back from the fire now, but the evil thoughts still linger. Side note, that gravel burnout was from when I first pulled up and rushed up to where the black truck was.
When the firemen appeared, they set up a flagman, who stopped all traffic during the spray down. So it backed up for a minute or two before everyone crept past. It's interesting, nobody slowed down for a flaming hulk with a large smoke plume, but nobody wanted to do more than 5MPH past the parked fire truck.
The amazing thing here is just how little is left of the Trailblazer. That compartment used to be really cramped (Right, @Larry and @ZooMad75?) And there's just not a whole lot left, comparatively.
Having finished out opportunity to help, we pulled out and continued our trek.
We stopped at the nearest town and bought a new fire extinguisher. A 5lb extinguisher this time instead of a 2.5lb one.
I actually woke up this morning thinking about those stupid rims. 
