She arrived on a Monday from Alabama, smiling, splendid and surreal. We looked up at her suspended on the bed of the semi with stars in our eyes, as if we were seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time like a couple of deprived immigrants, hungry for a new life. And we are hungry, and she is definitely patriotic. The red and white paint was cleaner and brighter than we imagined and the motor more rambunctious, although it could have barely come alive and we would have found a way to adore it.