And now, watching Linda at work at the Atlanta Dragway, one can see that she is, sure enough, all the things these various people have been saying. She works diligently for her sport, promoting rookie and superstar driver alike, and caring for racing's wounded by raising money and visiting hospitals. Once during the week, in a pensive, reflective moment, she had murmured, "Mah heart's as big as mah breasts," and that's probably true. Fittingly, just as she dreamed so many years ago, Linda now lives in a nice house that has mirrors all around, wears pretty satin gowns and has a fluffy white cat.
Becoming a big automotive executive will take a lot of getting used to—she'll miss those wild-eyed crowds and the festive whoop-de-do just as much as they'll all miss her. But Linda is sure it's time to move on; the important thing is that it's still something involving motor sports, her first and only love. "I guess I'm sort of like a race driver," she says. "No matter what happens, no matter how mean life gets or no matter how bad they treat me, or how many times I crash, I just keep putting my helmet back on and jumping back into that car."