Dixie• Dixie and the breadhead pause at the bottom, then turn to face each other. Dixiewipes a raindrop from his brow.• I step from the car. Dixieclimbs out to join me, but Carmichael staysinside.• But he smells of citrus. Dixie the minder is in the frontseat, driving.• They trot lightly down the path on the other side of the dip. Dixie waits for them to pass.• The sound of the four doors clunking is like rifle-bolts slamming home. Dixie says to follow him.• But I have to do it. Dixielies so still and bloody that I don't need to touch him.• At the DixieDude, I spent my time between riding in the hills and just sitting on the porch doing nothing.• My stomachmuscles are tight. Dixie and the breadhead pause at the bottom, then turn to face each other.