Motion is tranquility.
Calling upon my years of experience, I froze at the controls.
You get to the stage when your almost looking down on yourself. When you get into that state, it’s the best state ever.
The ideal racecar will expire 100 yards past the finish line.
To achieve anything in this game you must be prepare to dabble in the boundary of disaster.
If God had meant for us to walk, why did he give us feet that fit car pedals?