The drive 6-10

The drive

To some it's a sport, to others it's a passion.
Some live for the race and others find joy in the preperation.
Some find the hobby in the precission required for the beauty of the drift or the sliding art of the rally.
Some search for the adrenaline rush of the kamikaze, pushing it to the edge of themselves.
Some there minds are challenged in the quest of engineering and physics required for perfection.
Some the thrill is found in the chase, pushing and banging for the lead.
Nothing matters but the win.
There are many reasons we do what we do, most people won't understand the driver or the wrencher.
Cars are like women, you treat them right and they will bring you a joy greater than sex.
You mistreat them, they will kick you to the curb and empty you're bank account.
For me, driving is something that's hard to explain, and the reasons I've never spoke of.
The truth is, I've searched and searched for the ultimate corner, it's a quest that gives me something you may find hard to comprehend.
When I push it, running the ragged edge of adhession and beyond.
When traction is lost and yet the car stays true to the line.
Heart pumping like a cannon in my cheast.
 the trained mind takes over in an instincual manner.
It's primal and frightening to the senses.
Pushing myself beyond my limits, it becomes like a dream.
it's like my body is fluid and it has become one with the car.
it's the closest I've ever felt to death without dying and the closest to God I can get without taking that journey.
That's why I do it, the real reason. I love it, it's driving for me and only me. It's pure bliss

By Matthew Branton