Car threatened by fiery death

The white Toyota Camery sat by the side of the road near the canal while grey smoke and ash wafted overhead.
"Where are my *&^( owners." she growled.
For three days now, the fire trucks had been rumbling past; back and forth on the way to the wildfire that kept advancing up the canyon and now reached the edge of the plateau. Only a mile or so of tender dry pine, oak and manzanita separated the frightened compact car from the raging fire beast.
"They will come for me soon. " she whimpered .
"They just have to. I don't want to die with my gas tank exploding and melting me to a rusted iron hulk."
She had seen others that had met that awful fate sitting by the side of the railroad tracks. Black smoke and soot was belching from all of their windows and doors. Plastic and rubber had melted into molten pools around their tires. It had been an wretched site. A fate that no good car deserved.
And she had been a good car, except for the time when she blew a rod right through her block while racing down that long hill on the way to work. It was the worst pain that she had ever experienced, but uncle Darrell had replaced her engine and she was better than new. Now if she could find a way to get that pesky check engine light to go off, she could totally relax.
Her name was Tuzy and she started life in the care of an elderly couple. Now she was owned by a wild woman that liked to race her around at break-neck speeds. She liked to go fast especially when the monster dog beast stuffed his head out the back window and drooled all over her rear quarter panel. She also loved the long trips across the desert and over the scenic Sierra Nevada mountains. She thought she was going to go on this trip too, but just as they got all the camping stuff piled up on the front lawn and got ready to go, they drove her up to the mountains and traded her in on uncle Darrell's long-bed pick-up.
When the fire started there was no time to find the woman, so some stranger quickly drove her to the big lot next to the canal and just abandoned her with the doors unlocked and the key stuffed into the map pocket. A kindly old sheriff had checked her over a couple of times. She could almost see the roadblock from where she was parked.
"Why don't they come for me." she whined trying in vain to turn on the radio to get some news.
It was almost dark when she recognized the throaty rumble of the blue pickup.
"Here they come." she cried. Her antenna quivering in the wind with excitement.
"I am saved" she yelled at the top of her muffler as the woman turned the key and fired her up.
The trip down the hill was the happiest moment of her life. The radio was tuned to the news channel and was finally giving her and update. It had been a close call, but it looked like the brave fire crews had saved all but one house and a few out buildings. Six firefighters had been injured, two of them seriously. Over nine hundred acres had been scorched, mostly brush and scrub oak.
As she pulled into her driveway she saw the kids and the dog beast and the duckies and knew things would turn out great.

(a bit closer to the truth)