(Driving to work this morning)
What the hell is that noise a few cars ahead of me? Is that a Neon missing their exhaust manifold?
Wait! Now what’s that putrid smell? Some oil, some coolant, a small brush fire maybe. I slow a little.
Crap, a sudden plume of smoke similar to that out of a nuclear power plant engulfs both lanes bringing traffic to a standstill. The Neon engine is throwing up like a sorority girl during Spring Break. Amazingly, the driver pulls into the right lane but keeps going. The Neon pukes up its engine for the next half a mile. The noise disappears. The driver seems to be contemplating picking his nose with his forefinger or pinkie while he continues to coast (much more slowly) in the right lane. I guess he’s used to Dodge products…
I’ve seen transmissions blow on all sorts of transportation vehicles, but this is only the second catastrophic engine failure in my vicinity. The first was a douchebag in a lowered Chevy S10 on a highway in Connecticut. Said DB was cutting people off between lanes going nowhere in rush hour traffic. No warning noises, no puff of soot, just a sudden explosion of fluids and smoke before the S10 driver veered off to find a salvage lot. Karma is a bitch!