This is a long, anticlimatic story. Some people call those kinds of stories “shaggy dog stories.” I don’t know why but in this case it fits, though I would describe Audi as more woolly than shaggy. If I were writing …

There is nothing romantic about Highway 79  on which Johnny Horton died  and they keep a shrine for Jim Reeves.  I rode that road in the wayback, my fingers pressed to safety glass that was keeping out the Texas. Jack …