"The television clicked off and the cool rush and low hum of the air conditioning took over. Lowering the remote control and chewing slowly on the soggy end of a cigarette, Dave Reilly, coach driver of twenty five years and counting, swung his headset down and prepared to address the coach. Throwing his leather hat back onto the top of his head and sliding his wraparound sunglasses over the bridge of his nose, he checked himself in the rear view mirror. Still got it Davey boy, he said to himself, still got it."