[Elspode]

Back in my misspent youth, I was launching bottle rockets from the rain gutter (remember those, old guys?) of my '66 Chevy Biscayne four door while my pal drove it down a country road. A big piece of burning fuse came off of one of them and landed between my legs. I slapped at it and thought I had it out.

20 or 30 minutes later, I noted that my ass was becoming rather more warm than the humid midsummer night could account for (no AC, and wouldn't have been useful anyway as we had all the windows down so we could shoot bottle rockets from the rain gutters). I raised up my ass off of the seat, and a cloud of smoke rose up, filling the car like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie, even with the windows down.

We wasted a lot of beer putting out the seat that night. They used to put *a lot* of foam in those old Chevy bench seats, and it melts rather well, you see.