There was something exhilarating in a chariot race. No matter how many times they raced each other, it was still as exciting as the first time. The sway and rock of the chariots, the fevered gallop of horses, the breeze sharp on flesh, and the wind flapping and lifting up kilts. They careened through innocent Egyptian citizens and Hebrew slaves without a second thought or backward glance. Who cared if someone got hurt because they were in the way? Only the sheer exhilaration of chariot racing burned in their hearts as they careened through streets Egypt, revelling in their competition.