Speed.
Adrenaline junkies apparently live off it.
Why do they call us that again? Right. They don't understand the real concept of what we do. What drives us, what makes us do these incredibly stupid, yet incredibly amazing stunts. What the burning passion deep within our core tells us, no commands us to do. How you feel when you use all the force you possibly have within to floor the gas petal and be consumed with the bitter yet sweet satisfaction of adrenaline running through our veins.
Yea, yea. I get that street racers are technically considered adrenaline junkies but if you knew us at all you would know it's not technically true.
In most cases it's guys trying to fit in with the 'cool' crowd, show off their rides and moves (basically asking 'who has the biggest balls'), and of course getting a high from the adrenaline. In other very rare cases it's something that you just can't explain.
Racing is an art form. No doubt about it. Everyone learns how to race in one way, shape, or form. But within that vast amount of racers are a select few that have something the others don't.
Passion.
To race with passion is the highest of all. It's like being born with a voice of an angel. You of course have to discover that talent over time but it is a talent that makes you ten times better then the rich bitch that lives down the street and has the fastest set of wheels on the block. Passion to race is better then getting a high from the adrenaline. Adrenaline is nice every once in a while but experiencing the burning sensation of something you truly love run through every vein in your body is an unimaginable feeling that cannot be matched.
I should know how it feels, I had to learn about it the hard way.
If you haven't figured it out yet I am a street racer and definitely not a typical one at that. My story is a hell of journey. So buckle up and enjoy the ride.