Certain things in life are made for each other. You have the essential match of wine and cheese. You have your peanut butter and jelly; you have your peanut butter and chocolate. Words and guitar, Bogey and Bacall, Senna and Monaco: harmony is a wonderful thing.
There's probably science that shows why certain things complement each other — the softness of milk and the dry crunch of a good cookie — but sometimes things just match by accident. A young Keith Richards is curious about the records that the kid with the big lips is carrying. The small-block Chevy was never designed to be a race engine. We have happy accidents, things that just work. Which is the sort of thing that makes life full of continuing surprises.