"blindfolded." "Tell me you're kidding," he said. But then came the screech of brakes on his left and the matching shriek of Yeager's heart. "Shit, Zoe! Open your eyes." He heard the grin in her voice. "Don't worry so much. That was just Mr. Curtis in his '72 El Dorado. He drives with cataracts, I drive with my eyes closed. I think that makes us about even." Yeager's self-pity evaporated as he imagined thousands of"