Hey now...
Mom and I have lots of good conversations on stage. Most of them go like this:
Mom: "90 left in 4"
Me (immediately): "okay" "What?"
Mom: "90 left in 3"
Me (immediately): "okay." "What?"
Mom: "90 left in 2"
Me (immediately): "okay"
Attention span on a moth...
Some of the conversations go like this:
(As we start up a hill, the engine noise winds down from an insisten whine to a somewhat chugging sound)
Me: "Get out and push, wouldja?"
Mom: "You get out, it's your car."
Me: "Oh yeah, I forgot. Seen any good movies lately?"
Mom: "No, but I'm reading this great book right now."
(The top of the hill approaches. The sun is, of course, at the correct angle to cause our windshield to become opaque. Conversation proceeds

Me: "Oh man, I can't see" (stating the obvious)
Mom: "Me neither. We're okay, keep going."
Me: (in tones of disbelief) "You said you couldn't see! What do you mean, we're okay???"
Mom: "Trust me!"
Anyway, we're in a much slower car. We sometimes have lots of time to discuss current events, etc.
Although, at Doo ****, we were going too fast to have our usual conversation until after the stages, and at Reno we were too busy cursing the roads, my brother, the landscape, the rocks, the silt, etc.

KT