“Hey, do you have a light? I seem to have misplaced my matches”, said the attractive modestly dressed girl. We were both in the paddock area at the Sebring, Florida twelve-hour sports race, now in its tenth hour. Corvettes, Ferraris, MGs and others were still circulating in the dark, the leaders already having driven more than 800 miles since the 10 am start. I got out my Zippo and lit her L&M and one of my Camels. I told...