From the time my brother was 2, he could identify makes and models of cars by their grillwork. The first were chevy novas he first called "Barb's car" cause our friend Barb drove one. When he got a little older (like FIVE) he very often could identify the year. Still can. Cracks me up.
Speaking of him, he send me a couple movies of his short track driving at Talledega. They too crack me up, for a number of reasons. 1. The instructor, admiring, in thick Bama drawl "This inn't stock is it?" "Naw, I put in turbo and some other stuff." ... " I'd love to have me one of these here." 2. Throughout tire screeches, a hose popping off and running off the track my brother sounds as if he's lazing on the porch, counting flies. Laconic, even. The instructor is much more excitable. When he runs off the track, brother utters a rueful "Oops." and the instructor is all "Don't worry about it, son, you're ok, it's fine..." etc. As if my brother is freaking out, not sounding like he's laying in a hammock drinking a beer on a warm summer day.
It's just so classic J. Need a calm head in a crisis? That's my brother. Not to say he doesn't get wild and excitable, but when he's focused on something important to him, he comes across as really, really relaxed.
It was just really cool. And he thought I would find it boring. I don't though probably not for the same reasons he expected.