I seem to encounter more than a few car-b-ques. Years ago I stopped on the side of the interstate in Vermont for a family with a car on fire. I am pretty certain that everything they owned was in there. Everyone was out, and I got them far away. The engine compartment was on fire and the hood popped with the safety latch hooked, just enough space for me to get a blast in there from my fire extinguisher. I got the fire out under the car, just had gotten the engine compartment nearly out. As my fire bottle runs down I can distinctly hear the electric fuel pump running. It re-flashed, I turned and walked away. Due to the slope of the shoulder fuel was coming out of a rupture somewhere, igniting as it dripped down the exhaust and then pooling around the right front tire. I was about 100ft away, walking back to my car, when the tire blew. From there, the car was fully involved in about a minute. Sad for those folks.
Funniest off road moment was having to literally take a fire bottle out of a volunteer fire doggie's hand to put out a blazing race car. They were doing the dumb-founded stare. The driver had bailed and was a little spazzed because his lower legs were on fire. Methanol, good fire suit, no big deal. The hardest part was catching him and holding him down so the 1 gallon of water needed to put him out could be applied.
My sister's Suburban burned from a broken fuel line after a sideswipe collision. Hot enough to melt the aluminum water pump. The other driver fared worse, doing the red-neck arm hang out the window, ripped open his brachial artery. Sis the nurse saved his ass in the ensuing 45 minute EMS response time. Biggest LOL was that her family was on their way o 4th of July fun, back of the truck was full of not quite legal in Virginia fireworks. Kids got the early show.