Post prompts a story.
Many years ago I agreed to chaparone a spring-break trip of a group of college students headed to Winston-Salem to do some Habitat work. They rented a 15-passenger van, and were determined to do an overnight drive to get down there from western NY state. By the time we got to southern Virginia I was asleep in one of the back seats. It may have been 3 or 4 in the morning, I don't know. At any rate, I was in and out of sleep and not paying much attention to where we were. And then I smelled that smell. No; not that smell. The smell of burning brakes. That got my attention, and I woke right up. The driver and the shot-gun passenger were discussing it. The shot-gun guy recognized the smell, as I did. He was asking the driver if he was riding the brakes. Well, it turned out it wasn't us. We passed an 18-wheeler that was burning them up. That was my introduction to the Fancy Gap hill. I'll probably never forget it.
-Speak