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

<passage>:
Solomon's Orbit school, she too, was stopped. After a cursory inspection the patrolman passed her on. Two of Comrades ... an ancient automobile so they could watch all approaches. Once they were in two civilians went to Solomon's position, a Highway patrolman and gone as Solomon heard the noise verbatim, to prove their space vehicle was knocked from the sky who could be in such a hurry, so early in the morning, he pulled on boots and buttoned a denim jacket as he went to answer. thumping his front door. Wondering patrolman, while opening the door. "Why you bother me so early? exiling technicians and photographers "Hello," said Solomon to the proves ancient automobiles are "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not owners." ordered to seek other strange orbiting devices reported: "We've To these, and bewildering others, Solomon told the truth. He had no explosives, couldn't weld, didn't finish school and was here, in bed, all night. Then they wanted to see his cars. Through the back door, so he'd not have to open the office, Solomon led the three men into his yard. Once inside, and without asking permission, they began searching like a hungry hound trailing in the glare of early morning sun, watched invasion of his privacy. "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 midnight meetings of the nation's greatest minds. The military denied back of Solomon's yard. There, three old cars stood in an isolated row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon had no projects involving motor were not dropping junk over Cuba in an attempt to hit Castro. Disgusted, the President established a Solomon's lead. When he vehicles. Central Intelligence swore on their classification manual they left," Solomon eagerly replied, the best of his old cars. "They make seeing an old car flying over Los Angeles. His statement was ignored, as he was arrested later while trying to drink himself silly big man interrupted. "No one," quavered Solomon, because no one believed his story. terror gripping his throat with a nervous hand. Had he done wrong "Who bought the others?" the Fortunately, at the approximate were racing to send things into the air. What had he done that was wrong? Surely there was no law he'd broken. Wasn't the air free, like the seas? People dumped things into the ocean. "Then where did they go?" snapped his questioner. Number Seven, stationed in the "I needed the space. They were too good to cut up. No one would buy Mount Wilson television tower parking lot, caught one first. "Hey twenty-four-hour watches for unscheduled flights not involving quavered Solomon. So this is what he did wrong. Would they lock him up? What would happen to his cars? And his business? "How did you ... no! Wait a minute. Don't say a word. Officer, go and tell my men to prevent the atmosphere ... gone. Anyone this place." The patrolman almost saluted, thought better of it, and left grumbling about being else catch it?" Negative responses came from all but Solomon told the civilians of left out of what must be something big. anyone from approaching or leaving Seven so he'd used scrap manifolds to get rid of old cars no one would call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning about three months ago. Solomon, who couldn't remember rather fast. They let Solomon get his first name, was warming tired auto-wrecking yard a mile south of Well, no, it hadn't. But as you an unmarked jet flew him to Washington and a hurriedly arranged meeting with the President. They left guards posted inside the fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll from sagging wooden rafters. The what Solomon happily agreed was of their shoes, followed by knuckles and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's nephew. "The old man had to take a trip in a hurry." Because back door opened on two acres of they'll have to wait until Solomon known as Solomon's "Classics." Where's Solomon now? Newspaper The bright sun had Solomon's shock of white hair, gave him the appearance of a professor on his old cars, 'cause if you want a classic Uncle Solomon would from the manifolds. Solomon know he would." "Sure, Son, let's go in and see what he's got," replied a man's Solomon's junk yard. the office, out the back door and down passages hardly wide enough for a boy, let alone a man. He disappeared around a hearse, and surfaced guided tour of Solomon's yard than a short cut. "Yes, sir, here they are," announced Solomon over his shoulder. Stepping aside he made room for the boy and his father to can imagine, things happened resold and sold again, used until Solomon's for a last brave stand. No matter what beauties they were to Solomon's prejudiced eyes missing broken wheels and rotted woodwork Solomon's office, his footsteps were Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection unloved old cars, was troubled with tired feet aimlessly found their way back to his seat in the sun. That night, to take his mind off worrisome old cars, Solomon began which started Solomon to thinking before Solomon had a chance to Customers were gone and he was free of interruption. The engine was brought to life by Solomon broken engine. In a few minutes, Solomon had the engine waving Once the broken engine was Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute and ... that was it. A hub cap would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless activity, but walking faster than usual, Solomon took a direct the engine, he punched a hole in tape. He then bolted the touched the hub cap. Solomon Solomon's old eyes as what blood the old cars, yet not destroy a single wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon eliminate slack. As it tightened, he tensed, braced himself with a free cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon whirlwind had come through the yard. The scent of air-borne dust bit his nostrils as he struggled "But it's flying too high for us." "I must be a silly old man," Solomon thought, scanning the cleared was nothing there, and as Solomon now figured it, never had been. Heart heavy with belief in the temporary foolishness of age, Solomon before Solomon realized he'd not gaskets, several rusty nuts, and dirt propped the now missing engine. excitement for Solomon. He had classic cars were gone, he could use and Chevys. All he'd have to do engines on a different car every night, and he'd be rid of it. All he used was vacuum in the intake resulting automatic power flow raised anything they were attached to. Solomon couldn't help but lost in the clouds without hurting anything." Early the next morning, he junk engines were bolted to the wheels but this time carburetor shingles because Solomon figured he couldn't afford to ruin four salable hub caps just to get rid of his pretty big, so Solomon waited until watch the Essex. Solomon tightened buying wrecked cars and selling old car from his back lot aid of Solomon's unique combination of engine vacuum and exhaust pressure. His footsteps were smoked innumerable cigarettes and cursed luck ruining the evening, 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. knew well. He was soon kneeling behind the Ford wagon without having stumbled once. Only two assigned the loading dock of a meat-packing plant, but the night watchman wouldn't allow them to stay. They moved across the street behind a fire station. was too big to hide, so it opened for business Solomon reached his back door. By the time bedroom lights were out and covers under his bristly chin, a task force of quiet men was speeding on its way to surround

<question>:
Why didn't Solomon destroy the old cars instead?

<options>:
A He liked them too much
B He didn't have the means
C They were worth too much
D He was not allowed

<answer>:

A