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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Solomon's Orbit of "space junk," and the right to dump in space. After a cursory inspection the patrolman passed her on. Two of the three accounted for. What of the third? Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged in Solomon's front yard and two civilians went to Solomon's door. His last cup of coffee was almost gone as Solomon heard the noise verbatim, to prove their space "Hello," said Solomon to the of Soviet science. If television "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not proves ancient automobiles are orbiting the world, Americans are owners." "Sure, come in," Solomon replied. of space." caught in obvious attempt to ridicule our efforts to probe mysteries American scientific study of the Solomon told the truth. He had an ancient car. This first development only affected two photographers at Mount Palomar. They were not have to open the office, Solomon fired for playing practical jokes on returned a fat rabbit. Solomon's eyes, blinking this time with three little old cars parading proudly across the heavens as though they truly belonged His depressing thoughts were midnight meetings of the nation's greatest minds. The military denied responsibility for cars older than back of Solomon's yard. There, row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon 1942. Civil aviation proved they Solomon's lead. When he been moved out in the past few weeks. How many did you have?" "Twenty but these are all I have left," Solomon eagerly replied, hoping at last he'd a customer for the best of his old cars. "They make classic cars, if you'd take the time to fix them up. That one, the Hupmobile, is the last—" "Who bought the others?" the over Southern California about ten "No one," quavered Solomon, the evening of April 3rd. A week "Up there," pointed Solomon. Nine and quavered Solomon. So this is what Four later. Then Three cars? And his business? came from all but Seven , Nine Solomon told the civilians of and Four manifolds. A logical way to make had laid four lines over almost saluted, thought better of it, and left grumbling about being . So well spread were asleep, totally unaware of the making of history in its back yard. call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning about three months ago. Solomon, who couldn't remember rather fast. They let Solomon get clean denims and his razor. Then his first name, was warming tired it? shed decorated like a Christmas tree fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll what Solomon happily agreed was his property. A rugged individual and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's the finest junk in all California. nephew. "The old man had sedans whose makers left the business they'll have to wait until Solomon known as Solomon's "Classics." Where's Solomon now? Newspaper The bright sun had Solomon's returns. world years ago. They were brow which, added to an Einstein-like sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon he knows nothing of the business, to a stratospheric decompression tractors and followed wheat across build gigantic intake and exhaust now call Solomon's Orbit, where at last count, sixteen of the seventeen cars are still merrily "There's Uncle Solomon, Dad," circling the earth. As you know, satellite. The Russians? We're told they're still burning their fingers trying a classic Uncle Solomon would to orbit a car. They can't figure from the manifolds. Solomon how to control vacuum and pressure his old cars, 'cause if you want voice. As Solomon opened his eyes, the two popped into reality. Heaving himself out of the sports car shingles he uses for control panels, Solomon's junk yard. chair, Solomon stood awaiting approach "Mr Solomon, Georgie here tells me you have some fine old bucket seat that was his office of the pair. matches a newspaper reporter found for a reply, Solomon started, head through guided tour of Solomon's yard than are," announced Solomon over his shoulder. Stepping aside he made room for the boy and his father to pass, between a couple of Ford Tudors. Three pair of eyes, one young, 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 to Solomon's prejudiced eyes missing fenders, rusted body panels, broken wheels and rotted woodwork bespoke the utter impossibility of restoration. "See, Dad, aren't they great?" "Are you kidding?" Georgie's aren't good for anything but shooting at the moon. Let's go." Not Solomon's office, his footsteps were echoed by those of a crestfallen boy. Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection tired feet aimlessly found their way back to his seat in the sun. worrisome old cars, Solomon began reading the previous Sunday's which started Solomon to thinking "So, my classics are good only for do it easier with one of my old engines, I bet." As Solomon told the people in as it was past his bedtime, he'd put one together tomorrow. It was late the next afternoon before Solomon had a chance to was brought to life by Solomon lumbered carefully down rows of cars to an almost completely Solomon had the engine waving his yard. Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute to worry. "If it works," he each other, it'll go up in my face." Scanning the yard he thought of than usual, Solomon took a direct stuck in place with painter's masking touched the hub cap. Solomon with his heavy boots to make sure they were solid and grunted with satisfaction of a job well done. Solomon's old eyes as what blood two with happy thoughts. If his idea worked, he would be free of the old cars, yet not destroy a single wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon through the air to clang against back, struggling to rise, Solomon yard. The scent of air-borne dust to his feet. Deep in the woods behind Solomon's "I must be a silly old man," Solomon was nothing there, and as Solomon now figured it, never had been. Heart heavy with belief in the temporary foolishness of age, Solomon went to the hub cap, glittering before Solomon realized he'd not around greasy blocks on which he'd excitement for Solomon. He had classic cars were gone, he could use the space for more profitable Fords and Chevys. All he'd have to do night, and he'd be rid of it. All he to. Solomon couldn't help but Early the next morning, he towed the oldest hulk, an Essex, to wheels but this time carburetor shingles because Solomon figured hub caps just to get rid of his in place so they could be pulled off in unison with a strong pull on the twine. The tired Essex was pretty big, so Solomon waited until watch the Essex. Solomon tightened through ancient curves of four rusty manifold assemblies. Day after day, only a mile from Fullerton, Solomon busied himself usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon aid of Solomon's unique combination pressure. His footsteps were light with accomplishment as he thought, "In four more days, they'll all be gone." smoked innumerable cigarettes and Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed a newly found set of old 1954 Buick shop manuals. As usual, when the clock neared ten, he closed his manuals and let himself out the back door. handsome in the warmth of a faint "God Bless You," Solomon to pussyfoot away at sundown. Nine Seven Four Three Solomon reached his back door. four blocks of country land including a chicken ranch, Solomon's

<question>:
How is Solomon like his classics?

<options>:
A He is old and tired. Likewise, the cars are old and worn out.
B He is energetic and full of life. Likewise, the cars are shiny and fast.
C They both represent nostalgia for the golden days.
D They are both past their prime.

<answer>:

A