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Forty years ago a friend (Tom) offered to take me and another friend (Jerry) to a county fair 100 miles from nowhere in his newly restored ‘29 Tudor. As we exited the car in the field that was the parking lot, four guys pulled up next to us and as they piled out, one let his door hit Tom’s newly painted fender, putting in a large dent and causing paint damage. Jerry, who was (and still is) 6’4” and well fit at 225# yelled at the yahoos, who just yelled back and walked away. Jerry went over and removed the caps and valve stems from all four of their tires, and threw them out into the field. As it turned out we returned to the Model A at the time they returned to their car... in a field... in the middle of nowhere...which had four flat tires. The driver read the situation immediately, and said, "Aw come’on you guys.. where are the valves?” Climbing into the Model A, Jerry turned and waved at the overgrown field. “They’re out there. Next time be more care where you open your door.” And we drove away.