We all have dreams,
but many remain just that… Dreams.
Victims of inertia with the complacency of a scheduled tomorrow that never comes.
What does it mean to step out and seize one from the ether,
to hold it, to stare it in the face…
and dare to live it?
I don’t see cars as means of transportation. I think they are alive. A fine tuned car has her own soul. When I look at my car I don’t see a car. Instead I see a deus ex machina in all her glory. Upon finishing a drive I have a habit of patting the car gently and thanking for the drive.
I believe a car and a driver has a destiny to share together.
It’s very difficult to describe this feeling to non-drivers. …Have you ever been touched by an angel?
Sometimes it’s the people behind the wheel are the only ones to understand.
“The first time I stepped up to a F1 car…
I was watching her, I caressed her…
I tapped her tenderly and said to her…
Time has come!
I was united with the car,
We became one.”
Ayrton Senna
So what is driving to you? Some might have different answers to it. But to me, driving is something I always dream about.
At sleep I dream about driving. I hear the engines running. I feel the vibrations. Shifting gears up and down. I can see through the hairpins. I see the line. I approach the braking point. And I release the brakes at ideal brake releasing point. I am searching for the ideal line… In fact I am driving in my dream.
I dream about me and my car speeding on our home course in record time. But I don’t care about the time. We are only here for the quality of the drive. And there are no opponents. It’s only me against me. It’s the perfect drive.
And when I wake up and open my eyes I try to repeat what I was dreaming. Downhill is better than any extreme roller coaster. And it will open up another world for you.
I love driving. Without that I am empty.
Thank you.