I forgot to tell everyone I saw a burning car on the 60 a while ago. As soon as I got onto the on-ramp and saw it, I immediately had the urge to turn around and get off. The surrounding construction made it feel even more like a trap. I had to get closer and closer. I tried to keep as far from it as possible, but no one would let me in the next lane. The flames rose 5 or 10 feet in the air, maybe more. The smoke seemed to gush into the sky like water from a broken hydrant. I wondered if the car could blow up, but I later learned most newer vehicles have safeguards against that kind of thing (Guess all those nights researching cotton gins and steam engines were a waste?). There were one or two cops there, but no firemen yet. Everyone slowed down while driving by. It felt like a long time to stare at a burning car.