Driving is a religious experience
And then there’s the race track. At its finest, driving here is a solitary pursuit, with the radio off, the windows down, and the only noises those sounds emanating from the engine, the exhaust, the transmission, the tires, and occasionally the suspension. When you’re doing it right they all speak the same basic language, forming a conversation between you and the car as, together, you decide when, where, and how hard to steer, brake, and accelerate. For me, and for so many who have experienced it, it’s nirvana, the one place where everything slows down and you find yourself touching some ethereal plane, completely at one with the physics of the universe.