BTW-

I don't think I explained exactly what the smell of victory was. After the Jinx started, I put my hand to my face. It was covered in spilled beer, gasoline, oil, grease and about thirty years of road grime and dirt. The scent was as familiar and natural as the smell of your grandfather's work coat or an old song that would gently wake you up in the middle night when you left the radio on. The Olds smelled like that and so did my hand- the smell of victory.