Narrative Essay
Steering wheels jammed, failing air condition, oil drops in your wind shear, increasing temperature in your cabin, thick smoke and fire from the engine compartment, I hope you can imagine what this is all about. This is one of my recent ghastly experiences which still continue to bring me the nightmares. I’m not talking about a crash landing of a private jet but about my own car which caught fire and exploded on my highway drive.
It was on a fine Tuesday morning that I had decided to go out for a 200 KM drive from Al Ain to Abu Dhabi and little did I know this would be one of those days which I will despise for the rest of my life. Everything started on a good note and as usual my husband was driving the car at a highway speed of 140KM/hour. We were 60 Kms far from downtown and all of a sudden my husband told me that his steering pressure is minimal and almost dead. I remember his exact words – “What the heck is happening? I feel like I don’t have a steering anymore in my hands.” I replied to him that it is his feeling out of drowsiness. He nodded to me and continued to accelerate. In nothing less than one minute we were faced with a situation which we least expected in our wildest dreams. A big bang and a cracking noise from the Engine compartment followed by jammed steering, failed air condition, oil spillage and scary thick smoke and high flames. I saw the car interior display flashing alarming and evacuation messages and I was totally numb and felt like anesthetized.
