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 of "space junk," and the right to dump in space. Comrades ... an ancient automobile verbatim, to prove their space gone as Solomon heard the noise thumping his front door. Wondering 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. "Hello," said Solomon to the "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not "Sure, come in," Solomon replied. 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 at Mount Palomar. They were fired for playing practical jokes on 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 a wrecking yard?" he asked himself. His depressing thoughts were back of Solomon's yard. There, row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon vehicles. Central Intelligence swore in an attempt to hit Castro. Disgusted, the President established a Solomon's lead. When he "Twenty left," Solomon eagerly replied, hoping at last he'd a customer for on his way from Las Vegas claimed seeing an old car flying over Los the best of his old cars. "They make as he was arrested later while trying to drink himself silly because no one believed his story. Fortunately, at the approximate after this report, a private pilot to send cars into the sky? Everyone said Russians and Americans were racing to send things into the air. What had he done that was wrong? Surely there was no law and quavered Solomon. So this is what Four caught it moments cars? And his business? him up? What would happen to his he did wrong. Would they lock "How did you ... no! Wait a almost saluted, thought better of it, and left grumbling about being left out of what must be something Solomon told the civilians of 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 buy. It hadn't hurt anything, had call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning it? Solomon, who couldn't remember rather fast. They let Solomon get his first name, was warming tired bones in the sun, in front of his auto-wrecking yard a mile south of about three months ago. fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll what Solomon happily agreed was and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's nephew. "The old man had to take a trip in a hurry." Because he knows nothing of 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 sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon was fondling favorite memories, when as a lad he repaired steam tractors and followed wheat across now call Solomon's Orbit, a boy's voice was saying. "He gives us kids good deals on hot-rod parts. to orbit a car. They can't figure make you a good deal, too. I just from the manifolds. Solomon know he would." "Sure, Son, let's go in and see what he's got," replied a man's voice. As Solomon opened his eyes, didn't tell many people about the shingles he uses for control panels, Solomon's junk yard. for a reply, Solomon started, head on the other side of a convertible, leading the boy and his father a chase that was more a guided tour of Solomon's yard than are," announced Solomon over his to Solomon's prejudiced eyes of restoration. "See, Dad, aren't they great?" Georgie gleefully asked. He could just imagine shaking the guys at school with the old Packard, after "Are you kidding?" Georgie's Dad exploded, "Those wrecks aren't good for anything but shooting at the moon. Let's go." Not Solomon's office, his footsteps were Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection 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 "So, my classics are good only for shooting at the moon. This thing do it easier with one of my old engines, I bet." As Solomon told the people in he was only resting his eyes, 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 put one together tomorrow. It was late the next afternoon before Solomon had a chance to try his satellite power plant idea. Customers were gone and he was free of interruption. The engine was brought to life by Solomon Solomon had the engine waving Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute 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 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 scientists in block houses when they shot rockets and was taking no chances. Excitement glistened 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 tensed, braced himself with a free hand on the wagon's bumper, and cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon to his feet. Deep in the woods behind Solomon's yard two boys were hunting "Yup, maybe so," said the other. "But it's flying too high for us." "I must be a silly old man," Solomon thought, scanning the cleared space behind his tow truck where he remembered an engine. There before Solomon realized he'd not 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 raised anything they were attached to. Solomon couldn't help but anything." Early the next morning, he flanges were covered by wooden 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 in one calloused hand, a burning match in the other so he could his fist, gave a quick tug to jerk all shingles at the same time, and watched in excited satisfaction never worked on Sunday—another old car from his back lot 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 cursed luck ruining the evening, Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed his coffee and relaxed with 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 faint "God Bless You," Solomon though the whole town were going to pussyfoot away at sundown. Nine was hidden in a curious farmer's Three was too big to hide, so it opened for business inside the National Guard 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

<question>:
Why did Solomon send cars into space?

<options>:
A He wanted room
B He did it on accident
C He was bored
D He thought it would be fun

<answer>:

A