It’s heaven and hell.
It’s the roar of my engine beneath my feet and the wind whipping my hair so much I might as well cut it off before trying to untangle it.
It’s slamming your shoulder into the car door on a turn and the feeling of a hundred butterflies in your gut.
It’s the adrenaline surge in your chest at the starting line and fear in your throat when you go sixty on a turn and one side of the car lifts off the ground.
It’s being in control for the first time ever.
#16//When People Ask Me Why I Love to Race