I had reached the age of 16 and was driving my first car, a 1949 Dodge sedan. It was the 4th of July, 1962. I had a friend in the front seat and my brother, all by himself, in the back seat, left to his own devices. We were going thru a back woods neighborhood, shooting bottle rockets and roman candles out the windows to the delight of many onlookers. To cut to the chase, my brother managed to loose his grasp on the lighter, dropping it on the floor. Yep! Numerous bottle rockets ignited before we were ready to launch them.They still talk about the beautiful display "old car fireworks show" as three kids bailed out of a moving car! Somehow, it didn't catch fire so we were able to go home relatively unscathed. That car never did smell right from that time on!