"What are you doing tomorrow?" It seemed I had asked this question 100 times already during the summer. "Nothing, hey lets figure something out now, so we don't sit around doing nothing tomorrow morning!" Was the reply I got from my friend Rudy. My other friend, Tom, jumped up onto the hood of his 1979 Camero Z-28. This was the unspoken signal that we would all stay under the stars and contemplate for a while. I decided to take a seat on top of the back of my mother's car. "Well, what are we going to do, guys?" Rudy must constantly be ....