It's not the car I drive, but it was a good car that I parked about a month ago because the compressor on the A/C died. Yesterday I used the blower and blowed all the leaves off my drive way before it started raining....(it never has rained) They were in a pile at the back of my drive way. I struck a match and stood there and watched them burn until I THOUGHT it was over. That was about 4:00 PM. Last night about 7:00 PM, Gary walked into my bedroom and Bill was in bed. Bill said, (very calmly) I believe your Mom's car is on fire. (I've heard him yell louder than that if he sees a piss ant walk across the floor) Gary looked out the bedroom door and it was blazing BIG! I heard him screaming, "Mom, your car is on fire." I flew down the steps and outside. Gary was out there in his underwear with the water hose. I ran back in the house and called 911 and told him I needed the fire department. She informed me one was on the way, and ask me if anyone was near the car. I told her my son and she said to get him away from it because of the explosion that may occur. I ran back outside and he had already moved away. I thought the fire trucks would never get here, but it was only four minutes until they arrived. I live about two miles from the fire department. I knew in my mind there would be a heavy fine, because I did not have a burn permit. But they did not fine me nor take me to jail...just told me to be more careful. I assured them I would. I gave them the car for a rescue car...where they practice on getting someone out of a wrecked or burning car. I will be glad it's gone and know for certain that I will mail in my donation to that wonderful fire department.