My parents were out of town one night during the summer.  They always would go out of town for 3-4 days and leave me alone.  This particular night I had two friends over and we were bored.  We decided to got to Meijer, a.k.a. mejer at 11pm.  We walked around thinking of stuff to buy.  I said it would be funny if we went to the checkout with Estes model rocket engines, a hamster, and some duct tape.  I never had the chance to find out if they would sell them to me because my friends starting thinking of other things to put the rocket engines on.  We eventually settled on I think B class rocket engines, could be A, and a styrofoam airplane.  Upon returning home we hot glued one engine on the underside of the airplane.  I believe Phunny wanted to use all three of them, but we figured that would be a bad idea especially if it would not fly with them starting at slightly different times.

Leaving my house in Troys 82 Accord we found a subdivision that was being built.  We parked there and got ready to launch.  Somehow we decided the rocket/plane was going to take off of the Accord's roof like a plane takes off from an aircraft carrier.  After a few trips to my house to make a fool proof way to light it, we ended up  using a bottle rocket fuse. (their electronic ignition didn't work well)  I lit the fuse and the plane took off in the air.  it ended up doing loops and circles instead of flying a great distance.  It crashed and Troy decided to run after it at full speed.  I am chasing him to get to it first when he suddenly falls.  He clipped some crazy metal sign post that cut his jeans and leg near his crouch.

We get Troy and the plane back to my house for damage control.  Troy was bleeding pretty bad, I believe he has a scar to this day.  The plane suffered fire damage to the tail section were the engines exhaust exited.  I think something broke off the tail section because we never flew itagain even though we had more engines.  Troy ended up going home early because of his scar.  Phunny and I ended up using the other engines to lauch firework packed rockets out of a ceral box in my front yard the next day.
 

A few months after the Rocket Plane my Dad and I were cleaning the basement.  He found it in a pile of my crap and pulled it out.  Upon looking at it the rocket exhaust damage he asked, "do I even want to ask?"
 

I said "no", that was the end of that, he threw it in the garbage later that day.