Racing is my life.
If you don't do it,
you wouldn't understand.
My heart is the motor,
the fuel is my blood,
coursing through my veins.
The fuel lines are veins.
The tires are like my legs,
helping me to move.
When I get to the track, I smile.
Get in the car,
do a burn out,
stage,
hit the gas,
and go.
It is an adrenaline rush,
I can find no were else.
Racing is my life,
and it's something I can't stop doing.
