Reminds me of the scene from the movie Catch 22 where Martin Balsam and Jon Voight ignore the crashed bomber while they discuss their scheme to sell eggs.
Got some pics of my dad's old pics: Here's his old 58 Vette dual quad 3 speed terror (so I've heard stories) from 1963: Couple shots of his old Riv: Here's his 59 Vette he traded his 58 for (this one is still in the family). He cracked it up after a night of drinking. Did all the glass repair work himself. The man could lay some glass!! Before and after pics> I have a bunch of pics of the damage and repair if anyone is interested. His old Chevy wagon. Dig the old Colonial dealer badge!! The man himself, beer in hand: