I just can't get an image out of my head. I see a scene at sunset, a big warm rosy colored sun sending that clear, crisp fall light down from the side, casting long shadows. There's a figure of a man silhouetted against the sun. He's walking quietly lost in thought, walking away from me. He's wearing work boots and the toe of the boot meets a Reo Grand and sends it flying down a gravel road, sending it 15 feet or so. This goes on, kick after kick until he bends down and picks up the battered, abused Reo. He turns sideways to me, the sun highlighting the edges of his hair and flannel shirt. He takes a huge hit off the Reo sending out a huge cloud of dense, thick vapor. He turn and walks slowly back down the road heading back home. He feels good that the Reo has passed his test. The fire button did not fall out.
I think its time for popcorn.