Life Down On The Farm

I have decided I am not going to answer the phone when Dan calls at noon anymore. Last time it was his car, this time it was his truck. He called and left a message that he was having some trouble so I called him back and his exact words were "I was having some trouble with the truck running a little rough so I wanted you to be alert in case I needed help, but now it doesn't matter because THE TRUCK IS ON FIRE!" WHAT????????????? Apparently when it started running rough he stopped and opened the hood and discovered it was on fire! He called 911 and it was routed to Pocahontas, even though he was in BV county, so they had to route it over to BV, so that took a little extra time. A semi truck stopped and the driver had a fire extinguisher so he tried to put the fire out, most of it was out and then they threw gravel on it to stop the rest of the flames, but that made it worse. By the time the fire trucks got there the truck was pretty much burnt completely, it didn't take the firemen long to put it out. The pictures above are of the inside of the cab and the truck from the front...it is toast! Once Dan realized the cab was going to burn too he took all the valuable things out so he didn't really lose anything, other than the truck of course! I was just glad the fire trucks got there before the fire reached the gas tank, that could have been bad. One of the fireman is also the local tow truck driver, so he came back and towed the truck home for us. We had just replaced the front tires a few weeks ago, and of course Dan had just filled up with gas in the morning, none of those things could be salvaged. When I saw the truck I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry, but I guess it is better to laugh. No one was hurt, the truck can be replaced, Dan can't.