On the highwaybetween Sutherland and Engadine, a 90kmhour zone, with themusic blaringandonlymyoffkeysinging to keep me company; Idecidedtochangelanesas the exit was coming up.
If you see a BRG convertible zipping alongside an orderly row of vehicles on the highway, music turned up loud, driven by a person with a smile on his face and no phone in reach, you'll know it's me.
If the Smokies are where country music bubbles up, then Nashville, 200 miles to the west along highway I-40, is where it comes roaring down the valley and thunders over the cliff.