"Good?" she gasps. "Good wasn't the word for it. Awesome! Insane! Like a roller coaster, only a billion times more exciting. My mouth is, like, in my throat. From now on, everything I do is gonna suck. You were incredible—so totally in control."
"It was nothing," he says.
"Yeah, right. You were fantastic!"
Earnhardt coughs one soft, low, gentle cough, like a sheep with a blade of grass stuck in its throat.
Miller: "Do you always go so fast?"
Earnhardt: "I slowed it down for you, but I tried to make it as real as possible."
"Believe me, it was real."
"You felt the vibrations?"
"Oh, yeah," she purrs. "I felt everything."
Miller shimmies out of her "jammies," grabs a felt-tipped pen and scrawls across the chest of her fire-resistant suit: "You can drive me anytime."