we must have been a sight to those trees that had never seen nothing with a motor in it before but big old pulp-trucks and snowmobiles ; that little go-devil that would most likely have looked more at home on the sunset boulevard than shooting through those woods , spitting and bulling its way up one hill and then slamming down the next through those dusty green bars of afternoon sunlight - she had the top down and i could smell everything in those woods , and you know what an old fine smell that is , like something which has been mostly left alone and is not much troubled .