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“Old? Nah. She’s experienced .” Frank grinned, tapping the hood. “This is a 1991 Special Edition. British Racing Green. Tan interior. Only 4,000 made. Belonged to a professor up at Oxford, Georgia. Drove her down here every spring for the Indian Springs Holiness Camp Meeting. Said the mountain roads made the car sing.”

She came out of the turn perfectly lined up for the next one, a sweeping left that followed the river’s bend. She was grinning so wide her cheeks hurt. The professor from Oxford was right. The car was singing. It sang in the chirp of the tires, the shiver of the shifter, the wind whistling through the canvas top. indian springs mazda

“Pop the hood,” Frank said.

Ellie laughed. “A singing car?”