Several years ago, we had a *I believe* late '60s Cadillac hearse...was in darn good shape, low miles, and had a HUGE engine under the hood, but we had a couple newer coaches we used so it just sat...seems there's not much demand for used hearses? Anyway, we get a call one day out of the blue from some guys from Memphis inquiring about the car...they shoot us an offer of $500, and dad tells 'em to come and get it. When they show up, they're in a beat up truck and look like they hadn't showered in a day or 2...they look the thing over for just a second, and then try and start it, but it won't hit, so they drop a set of points in it...it fires, they rev it up a couple times and say they'll take it. Well, right before they pull out of the driveway, dad *reluctantly* asks them what interest they have in the car, hoping they don't have anything *too sinister* planned...their reply?
DEMOLITION DERBY
