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The seats were gray vinyl. On sweltering July days in Nashville, it was like sitting on a hard, slick bench from the depths of Hell.

We were lucky enough to have a car with air conditioning, which was a blessing during southern summers. But we would always speed crank the handles to roll down the windows just so we could breathe those first few minutes anyway. Though the humid air outside was not much better than what…