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 slowly inspected his truck muddied shoes and trousers circling the junk yard, taking stations Comrades ... an ancient automobile so they could watch all Americans have sent up a house. of their shoes, followed by knuckles thumping his front door. Wondering who could be in such a hurry, so early in the morning, he pulled ordered to seek other strange orbiting devices reported: "We've patrolman, while opening the door. "Why you bother me so early? You know I only buy cars from owners." proves ancient automobiles are "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not observed cars for weeks. Have been "Hello," said Solomon to the Solomon told the truth. He had finish school and was here, in bed, all night. Then they wanted to see his cars. an ancient car. This first development Through the back door, so he'd not have to open the office, Solomon yard. Once inside, and without asking permission, they began searching like a hungry hound trailing the years he'd been in the United States. "For what do they bother a wrecking yard?" he asked himself. His depressing thoughts were rudely shattered by a hail from the larger civilian, standing at the responsibility for cars older than three old cars stood in an isolated row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon 1942. Civil aviation proved they had no projects involving motor back of Solomon's yard. There, Solomon's lead. When he cars which, from the tracks, have been moved out in the past few weeks. How many did you have?" 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 seeing an old car flying over Los "I needed the space. They were too good to cut up. No one would buy quavered Solomon. So this is what cars? And his business? "How did you ... no! Wait a minute. Don't say a word. Officer, Solomon told the civilians of 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 buy. It hadn't hurt anything, had it? call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning Solomon, who couldn't remember rather fast. They let Solomon get auto-wrecking yard a mile south of Fullerton. Though sitting, he was propped against the office fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll cause no attention while protecting what Solomon happily agreed was his property. A rugged individual and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's sits in the office and tells buyers nephew. "The old man had to take a trip in a hurry." Because they'll have to wait until Solomon known as Solomon's "Classics." Where's Solomon now? Newspaper he knows nothing of the business, The bright sun had Solomon's sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon Happiness faded as the reverie was broken by spraying gravel signaling arrival of a customer's car. "There's Uncle Solomon, Dad," seventeen cars are still merrily circling the earth. As you know, You've just gotta take a look at his old cars, 'cause if you want to orbit a car. They can't figure still burning their fingers trying how to control vacuum and pressure didn't tell many people about the shingles he uses for control panels, and the Russians think control is somehow related to kitchen a classic Uncle Solomon would scattered behind a station wagon in Solomon's junk yard. make you a good deal, too. I just from the manifolds. Solomon matches a newspaper reporter found leading the boy and his father a chase that was more a guided tour of Solomon's yard than 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?" Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection in the gloom overshadowing his unloved old cars, was troubled with smog causing his eyes to water as 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 reading the previous Sunday's which started Solomon to thinking about shop manuals and parts in the back yard. When suddenly he figured there was an easier way to build a satellite power plant. But, as it was past his bedtime, he'd before Solomon had a chance to Customers were gone and he was free of interruption. The engine of his elderly Moreland tow-truck was brought to life by Solomon cars to an almost completely stripped wreck holding only a broken engine. In a few minutes, Solomon had the engine waving to a clear space near the center of his yard. Once the broken engine was blocked upright on the ground, Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute 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 and ... that was it. A hub cap would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless stuck in place with painter's masking tape. He then bolted the Ford station wagon. He'd read of 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 one. Squatting behind the station wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon yard. The scent of air-borne dust bit his nostrils as he struggled to his feet. "I must be a silly old man," Solomon thought, scanning the cleared space behind his tow truck where he remembered an engine. There temporary foolishness of age, Solomon before Solomon realized he'd not gaskets, several rusty nuts, and dirt blown smooth in a wide circle around greasy blocks on which he'd propped the now missing engine. That night was a whirlwind of excitement for Solomon. He had steak for dinner, then sat back to 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 night, and he'd be rid of it. All he used was vacuum in the intake 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 shingles because Solomon figured he couldn't afford to ruin four salable hub caps just to get rid of his old sedans. Each shingle was taped in place so they could be pulled pretty big, so Solomon waited until his yard. Light from kitchen matches helped collect the shingle cords as he crouched behind the Day after day, only a mile from Fullerton, Solomon busied himself buying wrecked cars and selling usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon never worked on Sunday—another old car from his back lot went silently heavenward with the aid of Solomon's unique combination thought, "In four more days, they'll all be gone." 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. row of a used car lot. Four meat-packing plant, but the night watchman wouldn't allow them to stay. They moved across the street behind a fire station. Solomon reached his back door. a chicken ranch, Solomon's junk yard and a small frame house. Dogs stirred, yapping at sudden from his house, Highway patrolmen

<question>:
What motivates Solomon to experiment with the old cars?

<options>:
A He is bored and starts tinkering around.
B He gets a notice from the city that he needs to clean up his yard.
C He likes the old cars too much to destroy them. He wants to get rid of them, but also keep them intact.
D He doesn't know how else to get rid of the cars from his yard.

<answer>:

C