“I knew more about the anatomy, function, and repair of my vehicle than I did about my own body.” It was just another afternoon in engine overhaul class. Nothing special. But for Adria Nadine Ross, sitting in the back of her 1965 Mustang, something hit her. Hard. She realized she knew more about that car—its engine, its parts, its quirks—than she knew about her own body. The machine she drove every day? She could take it apart and put it back together. But the vehicle  that carried her through life? That was a mystery. That thought wouldn’t leave. It tugged…