I have a fond memory of speeding over a dune and nearly crashing into the back of an old stalled car (a Falcon I think). An older woman was in the car, returning from buying groceries. David Suarez and I gave her a ride to her home (a town of maybe 10 if I remember correctly). She was the first person I ever met who’d been born in Paris, Texas. I think this was in 1980 or 81.