340R #188 Meets Its Maker. (text and pictures by P. Sutton)
Somwhere in Kent, en route for a pub lunch, traveling down the road, car is coughing and spluttering as it had done a couple of weeks before (Rob, Rich - remember my curtailed Rye run...) I expect it to clear itself soon . My brother in the car behind is flashing his lights like mad. I pull over to see what all the fuss is about and the guy is shouting at me to get out of the car. "There's flames" and sure enough there were. Within a minute the rear of the car was engulfed. Cars are stopped in awe of what was happening before their eyes. The Fire brigade arrive - first water then foam - nothing is working. The result is shown below. No one can explain how it happened - there's not enough of it left to work out where it started.

#188 is dead - the thoughts of how this happened or what could have happened constantly fill my mind. If cirfcumstances were different i would not be sat here now ! - a chilling thought.

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