Stardate 0513.7
RACING
And it hurts my body...
Went out to my first track day today. The weapon? Andrew Valmonte's 125cc shifter kart.
Why is it so fast?!?!?! Now that I'm sitting here, on my computer, the room feels so much slower. My arms are still like jello, as with my legs from the track time. And thinking about it still gets me breathing hard and my heart rate up as it was before. Sweating like crazy, realizing that it was more of me trying to stay alive and not crash, than it was for driving pleasure. But that being said, there sure was a lot of driving pleasure...
Racing is such an instinct-based sport. It was my first time, but I didn't have any time to think or plan out my next driving lines at all. I had to take everything at it came, and rely on my reflexes and instincts. And it felt good. For that segment of my life, I put aside all immediate concerns, all worries, and everthing. And thought only of:
1) Not dying
2) Going faster
And to keep going like a wild animal. To not think, and just live. It felt good. And I know, as exhausted as I am now, when I lie down in my bed tonight, my thoughts will take me back to that small carbon-fiber bucket seat, and some incredible power thrusting my entire body forward, and around corners...
Sounds a lot like love, now doesn't it? Hmm...Grace sure is cute...
And it hurts my body...
Went out to my first track day today. The weapon? Andrew Valmonte's 125cc shifter kart.
Why is it so fast?!?!?! Now that I'm sitting here, on my computer, the room feels so much slower. My arms are still like jello, as with my legs from the track time. And thinking about it still gets me breathing hard and my heart rate up as it was before. Sweating like crazy, realizing that it was more of me trying to stay alive and not crash, than it was for driving pleasure. But that being said, there sure was a lot of driving pleasure...
Racing is such an instinct-based sport. It was my first time, but I didn't have any time to think or plan out my next driving lines at all. I had to take everything at it came, and rely on my reflexes and instincts. And it felt good. For that segment of my life, I put aside all immediate concerns, all worries, and everthing. And thought only of:
1) Not dying
2) Going faster
And to keep going like a wild animal. To not think, and just live. It felt good. And I know, as exhausted as I am now, when I lie down in my bed tonight, my thoughts will take me back to that small carbon-fiber bucket seat, and some incredible power thrusting my entire body forward, and around corners...
Sounds a lot like love, now doesn't it? Hmm...Grace sure is cute...