That couldn't have been any fun. About three years ago I was on my way from NJ, where I lived at the time, and was headed to our farm In Upstate NY. I heard a little pop come from under the hood of my truck, and the motor died. Within 10 seconds the cab was filling up with smoke as I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway. The electrical system went out, and the doors as well as the windows were locked. Getting out of the vehicle was a nightmare, but the passenger window was open and I was able to exit through the window, no small feat for a 6 foot 5 inch 225 pound guy.
As I sat on the side of the road I could see smoke rising from under the hood of the truck. I was not able to open the hood, and literally watched the little fire under the hood turn into a blaze. As motorists passed, with not a single one stopping, I was given the bird by several of them as the traffic slowed down to see what the commotion was.
45 minutes later the entire truck was on fire. The worst thing was that I was carrying a truck load of slab wood up to the farm for outdoor fires. After about 15 minutes I realized that the gas tank was going to explode at any minute, and I decided to step out into the highway to stop the traffic. Well, several cars decided to go around me as I tried to stop the traffic. These people were not only of no help, you would think that I was some kind of criminal or something, as I was verbally abused as these jerks passed. Needless to say the gas tank exploded just as I finally got the traffic stopped. Flames shot in all directions, starting a fire on the side of the road, and still not one person ever thought of lending a hand. By the time the fire company got there, a stretch of grass along the side of the road had caught fire, and the fire was heading to the woods line. When the fire fighters finally arrived, the first thing they did was to put out a brush fire that had consumed about a half of an acre.
At this point my entire truck was engulfed in flames, with the slab wood fueling the fire.
Nothing but grief from everyone that had passed, or were stuck when I finally stopped the traffic.
The new truck I bought I ordered with roll down windows, no electric windows for me.