Wade will tell you the truck forced him off the road, but what really happened was that in the total dust-out after the truck passed (“I couldn't even see the speedo”), he turned early for the next corner, running off the road.

What Americans call a goat-fuck, an unstable, tottering, towering pile of photographers and TV crews, had appeared.

Pullman brown:

The lady looked up; her eyes met those of Mr. Watkins Tottle. She withdrew them in a sweet confusion, and Watkins Tottle did the same—the confusion was mutual.