One of the local Hot Rodders golfs. He takes his really primo 72 SS Chevelle to the golf course. Beautiful car, big block, Cragars, bright red. Parking lot is shaded by huge old evergreens. This was during wind, here "wind" is a season, not just an anomaly. Fellow goes out golfing. Staff members rush across the golf course to retrieve him. He returns to the parking lot to find a limb about 18" in diameter resting not so gently on his Chevelle and a large crowd of onlookers in mourning surrounding it.