Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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of "space junk," and the right to dump in space. to the first civilian car then "Comrades," said the senior technician, "notice the clear view of North America. From here we watch everything rivers, towns, the three accounted for. What of a meteor in space. Comrades, the the third? Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged Americans have sent up a house. Comrades ... an ancient automobile is flying toward our space machine. Comrades ... it is going approaches. Once they were in position, a Highway patrolman and gone." verbatim, to prove their space vehicle was knocked from the sky by a capitalistic plot. Motion pictures clearly showed an American automobile coming toward the Russian satellite. Russian astronomers ordered to seek other strange Moscow reported the conversation, patrolman, while opening the door. "Why you bother me so early? You know I only buy cars from of Soviet science. If television proves ancient automobiles are orbiting the world, Americans are caught in obvious attempt to ridicule our efforts to probe mysteries owners." "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not American scientific study of the heavens. At Mount Palomar the busy 200-inch telescope was of space." Confusion was also undermining but plates returned from the laboratory caused astronomers to photographing a strange new object, an ancient car. This first development Then they wanted to see his cars. at Mount Palomar. They were fired for playing practical jokes on not have to open the office, Solomon led the three men into his "What they want?" he wondered. He'd broken no laws in all the years he'd been in the United States. "For what do they bother a wrecking yard?" he asked himself. His depressing thoughts were midnight meetings of the nation's greatest minds. The military denied responsibility for cars older than 1942. Civil aviation proved they had no projects involving motor vehicles. Central Intelligence swore on their classification manual they were not dropping junk over Cuba in an attempt to hit Castro. Disgusted, the President established a left," Solomon eagerly replied, hoping at last he'd a customer for the best of his old cars. "They make seeing an old car flying over Los to fix them up. That one, the Hupmobile, is the last—" "Who bought the others?" the classic cars, if you'd take the time big man interrupted. to send cars into the sky? Everyone else was sending things up. Newspapers said Russians and Americans were racing to send things into the air. What had he done that was aircraft. "Up there," pointed Solomon. "I needed the space. They were too good to cut up. No one would buy them. So I sent them up. The newspapers—" "I sent them into the sky," later. Then cars? And his business? Three , Army long-range else catch it?" Negative responses came from all but matching vacuum in intake manifolds to pressure from exhaust manifolds. A logical way to make an engine that would run on pressure, like satellite engines he'd read about in newspapers. It worked on a cracked engine block, so he'd used scrap manifolds to get rid of old cars no one would an unmarked jet flew him to meeting with the President. They left guards posted inside the fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll cause no attention while protecting what Solomon happily agreed was the finest junk in all California. Fords on the left, Chevys on the his property. A rugged individual to take a trip in a hurry." Because he knows nothing of the business, sits in the office and tells buyers right, and across the sagging back and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's nephew. "The old man had showing the Air Force how to build gigantic intake and exhaust sedans whose makers left the business world years ago. They were manifolds, which the Strategic Air Command is planning to attach tractors and followed wheat across central plains of the United States. test chamber. They figure if they can throw it into the sky, they can to a stratospheric decompression circling the earth. As you know, satellite. The Russians? We're told they're still burning their fingers trying to orbit a car. They can't figure how to control vacuum and pressure from the manifolds. Solomon his old cars, 'cause if you want shingles he uses for control panels, and the Russians think control is somehow related to kitchen know he would." "Sure, Son, let's go in and see what he's got," replied a man's didn't tell many people about the to Siberia for making jokes Analog Science Fact Science Fiction cars for sale?" November 1962. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. are," announced Solomon over his shoulder. Stepping aside he made room for the boy and his father to pass, between a couple of Ford one old, the other tired, were faced by two rows of hulks, proud in the silent agony of their fate. Sold, resold and sold again, used until exhaustion set in, they reached Solomon's for a last brave stand. No matter what beauties they were worried about your car buying. This man, from Washington, wants bespoke the utter impossibility of restoration. "See, Dad, aren't they great?" aren't good for anything but shooting at the moon. Let's go." Not another word did he say. Heading unloved old cars, was troubled with moon shots, rockets and astronauts, which started Solomon to thinking "So, my classics are good only for shooting at the moon. This thing called an ion engine, which creates a force field to move satellites, seems like a lot of equipment. Could do it easier with one of my old engines, I bet." As Solomon told the people in Washington several months later, figured there was an easier way to build a satellite power plant. But, as it was past his bedtime, he'd free of interruption. The engine of his elderly Moreland tow-truck fence, a collection of honorable cars to an almost completely to worry. "If it works," he thought, "when I get them nearer each other, it'll go up in my face." Scanning the yard he thought of fenders, doors, wheels, hub caps would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless activity, but walking faster the engine, he punched a hole in the cap, through which he tied a length of strong twine. The cap was Ford station wagon. He'd read of "Yup, maybe so," said the other. "But it's flying too high for us." consider future success. Once the classic cars were gone, he could use the space for more profitable Fords and Chevys. All he'd have to do would be bolt manifolds from spare engines on a different car every make you a good deal, too. I just night, and he'd be rid of it. All he raised anything they were attached to. Solomon couldn't help but think, "The newspapers said scientists were losing rockets and space capsules, so a few old cars could get lost in the clouds without hurting junk engines were bolted to the hub caps just to get rid of his old sedans. Each shingle was taped in place so they could be pulled off in unison with a strong pull on the twine. The tired Essex was in one calloused hand, a burning match in the other so he could buying wrecked cars and selling usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon aid of Solomon's unique combination of engine vacuum and exhaust pressure. His footsteps were light with accomplishment as he having stumbled once. Only two kitchen matches were needed to collect the cords from a big Packard, handsome in the warmth of a moonless summer night. With a to pussyfoot away at sundown. Nine between station wagons in the back row of a used car lot. meat-packing plant, but the night watchman wouldn't allow them to stay. They moved across the street was too big to hide, so it opened for business inside the National Guard Armory. They all caught the Packard's takeoff. Degree lines from the four out and covers under his bristly chin, a task force of quiet men was speeding on its way to surround

<question>:
Why did the Russians want to send cars into space?

<options>:
A They didn't want to
B They have strategic value
C To get revenge on the Americans
D To compete with the Americans

<answer>:

D