Rubbernecking

As a side note to the previous blog:

I was on my way home the other night from work when I saw a billowing cloud of smoke ahead of me. I was in the #2 lane and could tell that everybody was slowing down - you know why? Because there was a Mercedes in the opposite lane, going the other way, and it was up in flames. The windshield was melting, the dashboard looked like a piece of taffy, and the poor woman, who I assumed was the owner of the car, was looking at this fiery piece of metal in disbelief. I was rubbernecking big time.