my back-fire story.
In 1963 my friend Dan and I built a 1930 Model A Ford in his dad's barn. Stock except for 1934 wire wheels and 14" tires
We visited many junkyards - looking for old Ford gold(parts) being a couple of high school seniors we were broke.
(even at 25 cents a gallon)
we didn't have a proper ignition switch just a push button I found on a desk lamp. Haywire technology

Driving by a supermarket while cruising along we would push the ignition button ,retard the spark , coast a while then push the button -Big Bang and flames

I looked over at the main door coming out of the market and saw a lady drop a glass bottle of Clorex bleach that shattered and went all over her feet and dress, the rest of her groceries was scattered in that mess. Broken glass and dioxins.

We thought we were the funniest guys around- laughing so hard almost crying then we noticed the police car behind us
He followed us for a while then turned the flashing lights on.

My pal Dan was driving and he had a story that these old cars do backfire every once in a while on their own.

The cop comes up and said , "Nice businessman's coupe, you boys better follow me"

Thinking we were headed to jail , he lead us out of town down a dirt lane to a house with a few Model A in the yard

Turns out his dad was really into Model A's - we had dinner with them spent most of the night talking about "A's"

We didn't learn our lesson and kept doing the back fire to impress the girls
young and stupid
I'm now getting old and still stupid

hank