On our drive home, I noticed a sort of smoky smell, almost like smouldering plastic. No sooner had I mentioned this to my father, the brake light came on.
Of course, he immediately tried to brake, and of course it didn't work. Not even a little bit. The parking brake didn't even slow us down. He was trying to pull onto the side of the road at this point, but the thick, noxious smoke billowing in through the vents made it pretty difficult to do so.
We managed to coast to a stop without hitting anything or being hit by anyone, which is pretty impressive considering the extensive road construction and lane slaloming around orange barrels.
My only regret is that I didn't think to snap a picture while the flames were dancing
It was a good thing we bought those umbrellas, because we stood in the rain for quite a while while the front half of the car burst into rather impressive flames.
Wow, I'm glad you're safe!