[thomasray]

Let me tell you. In 68 it was. I got me a pristine 62 Impala with a white top. And I had a bald blonde to ride shotgun, that's how pretty that car was.

So one afternoon me and Blondie was down at the gravel pit doing what one might do in a gravel pit in a pristine 62 Impala with a bald blonde. When we got done with that I decided to pull out me old 51 Navy and let fly to celebrate.

As I recall we used tire weight lead balls on top of a 38 special case full of 3f powder. And rubbed in Crisco real good up front. Not on the blonde, on the .36 tire weight balls. I was standing at parade rest and leaning and resting the pistol across the white top of that 62 Impala. When I snapped her off such a cloud of smoke arose and a POW-POW-POW-KPOW and fire belching everywhere. I knew right then I had me a chain fire. I burned the **** out of my hand and had a black smelly 12" circle of singed paint right in the middle of my white top. every ball but the one at 6 PM in the cylender had shot off.

Feller here says he never had a chain fire in 50 years. We telling him that one is enough. I just wish I could get a chain fire like that with that blonde one hot day in August 1968.