Arson
It was a Pontiac Tempest. They had bought it just to destroy it. We threw dimes and ball bearings into the carburetor, and listened to them flying around in the cylinders. Forward, reverse, over and over at high throttle. Finally, after a day of fun, and not being satisfied my friends were really into total destruction, Mark and I brought a can of gas out to the school parking lot where the Tempest was parked. I poured in a couple of gallons, and struck a lighter. I had no previous experience with large quantities of gasoline. There was a pretty good wall of fire that blasted at my face. That's about the time when we began running. I had no idea cars were so flammable. It wasn't long before a series of sirens were heard racing down the street. The next morning the cops showed up at the house. I guess someone pointed in our direction when asked who might have done it. Well, when asked if we did it, I, knowing that my eyebrows were well singed, said we had not. I also added that we had been barbequing. I think the only thing that saved me was the fact that the cop was one of the trumpet players in the high school band. He played third, and I was first chair. So he must have had some respect for me. Another narrow escape from the state penitentiary.
( cowcat Bituminous squeegee, Thu 8 Nov 2012, 17:34, Reply)