Cite for that?
It’s entirely possible his brakes caused a fire, I just didn’t see any details about that in any of the linked articles.
That would not make sense. Jake braking is done by the engine and would not transfer any heat to the wheels. It would have to be actual wheel brakes setting the wheels on fire. And anyway, most large truck have started installng deer-splitters so that they do not have to slow down for deer.
No a wild ass guess, like I said. Jake braking is common on that road because of the curves and wildlife.
The government contractor that makes Rocket parts is even further down the road from me. They have blown up a few times.
Oh, ok. I buy that.
Reminds me of a similar experience. My first spouse and I were in a storage trailer looking through boxes, and a violent ground-shaking boom happened, and then another. It was so powerful we were afraid the trailer would fall off its mountings so we got out. Later we learned it was the Grucci fireworks factory explosion in Bellport, NY, over 20 miles distant.
Since we moved along in this thread. Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with my thread title? I just noticed myself. I have no excuse for it.
Lol I didn’t notice either and I’ve already been in and out of this thread multiple times. Mandela Effect.
Your cousin is fat & purple???
I have one of those too. 
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Back in 1989, I was awakened out of a sound sleep by a loud noise and the house I was in shaking badly for several seconds. Me and my housemate (and his visiting girlfriend) had a brief shouted discussion, in which *he *said it was just thunder and *I *said it wasn’t thunder, it was an explosion of some sort.
I was right. There had been an explosion at the Picatinny Arsenal. We were about 6 miles away. It was unnerving, but at least we didn’t lose our windows!
[There are two issues I notice in the title: you’re missing an apostrophe, and there’s a space between the parenthesis and the word “or”.]
Reading the original post, I figured you had stepped barefoot in a pile of cat puke.
There have been mighty explosions at my house when that happens!
Do you know what is worse than stepping barefoot in a pile of cat puke? Stepping barefoot in a pile of WARM cat puke!
scream wipe,wipe,wipe
~VOW
I was 14 miles from this explosion. Woke me the hell up and I was a very heavy sleeper back then.
I have to say, Beck, that you lead a surprisingly exciting life. 
Out in the boonies in the middle of nowhere, where in theory pretty much nothing should happen, yet it seems that almost every day anything that could possibly happen to you, does. No wonder the cats are so nervous that they have pre-programmed themselves to head directly to the ceiling and hang there upside down, cartoon-like, at the slightest hint of yet another exciting event in your life. I imagine that you regard the fact that this latest incident involved an explosion so fantastic that it produced a mushroom cloud (judging from one of the pictures) to be just par for the course! 
A nice high safe place where the dogs can’t get you, and if you see a mouse stroll by, you can jump down and catch him.
Dude, it’s bad karma. Don’t stand too close to me, you might get struck by lightening.
Wait til I tell y’all the harrowing experience I had trying to get to town today. I’m nauseated thinking about it. I need a nap.
Honestly, Beckers, I think we’re related.
Does your last name start with a W?
Our recent catastrophe: our propane generator died. We’ve got solar, but the death rattle of the generator was in February, when the blizzards started in the West and rolled all the way to the Atlantic seaboard.
We are smart enough to have a gas generator for backup.
The electrician pronounced the propane generator dead, recommended a replacement, which I ordered online. After hooking everything up, the new generator…didn’t work.
When my husband came into the house to announce the bad news, I said, “Why am I not surprised?”
Everything is working now.
I think.
~VOW
Yeah when the boom happened and my electricity went out my generator is supposed to kick right on. Nope, didn’t happen. Mr.Wrekker was on the lake 2 hours away. I don’t touch the beast. It bites. When he got home and stated figuring out what the deal was with the generator. The lights came back on. He left this morning and went back to the lake. Watch something happen. I have no expectation of a peaceful weekend. I’m a bit jumpy.
And, no my last Name doesn’t start with ‘W’. But we can be cousins anyway.
Beckdawreck, did you ever live in Damascus Arkansas, say around 1980?
Somehow, I knew I’d get blamed.