One autumn I was camping in the supernatural colors near Mammoth Cave and a girl from Nashville came in with a guy, I appear to be starving and emaciated without even trying so they invite me over for dinner. I get lots of free food that way. This girl knew about cars. I don't mean just a little bit. She was ready to swap engines. She knew just in passing that the Cobra came in 289 and 427 and what the merits of each configuration was. And what the merits of each engine was. She had just been arrested for riding her motorcycle 150 mph on the interstate. It was a problem because she was a salesman (salesperson?) and she needed to be able to drive to keep her well-paying salesindividual job. She had a lawyer going to try and beat it. She showed me some pictures of herself on her motorcycle on the track. I pointed out that in some of them her body was leaning the wrong way - she should be leaning to reduce the angle of the tires. She mentioned in passing that one time at the track she crashed at 120 mph and it didn't hurt her. But it was astounding what she knew about cars. I will never meet another woman who knew as much about cars as she. As the sweet smell of a hardwood fire fills the night.