On monday nights in summer, our little "city" has cruise night downtown. Sometimes well over a hundred very eclectic cars turn out: everything from a monstrous 1914 Pierce Arrow to rat rods to fairly radical customs, with some rods and muscle cars with absolute brute engines. The monster horsepower jobs pull into the parking area revving and thundering. It's the right time and place for it, and everyone just grins. Then thursday night, on the old courthouse lawn right in the same area, is concert night; the music volume for this series has been kept very moderate. Seldom or never you don't see more than one yahoo sit on the street within a few yards of the music and gun the hell out of a hopped up engine running little or nothing for a muffler. They have to know damn well what they're doing. My fantasy? Stepping over by them at the edge of the street, and finding out if it's true that a .357 will pierce an engine block.