A while back Faulk risked everything and drove all the way from Indianapolis to New Orleans without stopping except for gas and to use the bathroom. No hotels, no catnaps at rest areas. He was traveling in the new Lexus SC 400 he'd just bought for his mother, and he was eager to surprise her with it. On and on he drove, just Faulk and his music and his numb right foot. "Finally I pull up and give it to her," he says. "There's nothing she can say. She's just...I dunno, happy."
He also gave Bruno a car, a Mitsubishi Eclipse, and he gave a car to Candace as well, a BMW convertible with a vanity license plate that reads 28 LVSME. "I didn't surprise her with that one," Faulk says. "She wanted it."
He tried to buy Reese a Chevy Suburban, but the coach refused and went out and spent his own money on one. "Why'd you do that?" Faulk asked him. "I'd have bought it for you."
"But I wanted to buy it," Reese explained.
"But why?" Faulk said.
"Because I don't accept welfare. And I want you to live your life. Coach was working long before you ever got into football, and Coach will be working long after you're through with it."
AJ-USA has a big iron fence surrounding its back lot, and to enter you announce yourself at a gate. Faulk presses a button, hears a greeting, then says, "Yeah, Marshall here to see Corky."
In the garage, men in knee-length aprons are washing $100,000 sports cars with toothbrushes. "How you gonna take all your cars back to Indianapolis?" somebody asks Faulk. "You gonna drive them yourself?"
"I've already got it planned," he says. "Later in the summer, before camp starts, I'm going to rent a tractor-trailer and load them on it. I'll have them shipped."
He spends an hour and a half at the garage, asking questions of Corky Deenik as they walk from Porsche to BMW, from Lamborghini to Ferrari. When Faulk leaves, it's with his music thumping shallows in the pavement as somebody named Notorious Big turns his angry verse against the wrongs of this world.