Some hawk-nosed dude in a blue bandana is laying down his shaggy, reckless legend for a woman who has surely heard it all before. She leans back in her chair, and eggs him on with an easy smile, a word or two, and he is off, laying down his tale like so much smoking rubber, and the speed limit does not apply. Even so, you have to give him credit for the way he floors the same old stories, makes them sing again, or maybe something else that he's just recalled or fishtailed into. That's fine, though, with the blonde sitting in the chair across the table from him. Notice how she cradles her cup of tepid coffee and chuckles easily from time to time.