My uncle Bill used to have a dune buggy with a trap door in the floor. Now this was the days before anybody thought twice about littering or whatever. We’d have no problem dropping an apple core or sunflower seeds or anything through that trap door. Sometimes we’d just watch the road go by. And you know what? I never though about it until now, but maybe my uncle was dropping special stuff through that hole too, I’ll have to ask him. Anyways, that leads us to today’s story after the jump.