She took a half-toke just to get it lit and then, after expelling all the air from her lungs she inhaled an enormous hit that made the cherry of fire move a half-inch down the length of it and then with her lips gestured for me to take the smoking joint. Still holding her breath she turned the key in the ignition. As the engine roared toward redline rpms she depressed the clutch and put it in first. She exhaled a dense cloud of rich Columbian smoke as she screamed at the top of her lungs and popped the clutch. The car almost leapt into the air.