Grinding my teeth my knuckles grasping the wheel. I rush from an avalanche of adreleane; it’s all that I feel as quick as a bolt of lighting. A rocket ride in a bucket seat. It doesn’t get any better then this; it just feeds my need for speed. Supercharged strapped in and screaming fire spitting from the pipes. A burnout by the flame, throwing the fury eight thousand hoarse ignite full throttle, hit the ground running. With a full tank of nitro, and its 1320 feet to go till the finish line. My hands hold tight a fire breathing stampede. I fall into a trance. Holding my breath till the lights turns green. I n a cloud of nitro methane, melting rubber I say my prayers before I get launched into nothing. Man and machine accelerate into thin air. Whispers to their own minds