Tunnel Vision

Most of my life, I’ve had a friend called, tunnel vision. I say, friend because it’s always had a positive effect on me. Negative by nature since its been mostly in a car. Never in my life would I’ve imagine that it has been a great thing. Once I was blind and now I see.

Lately, I’ve been wondering why I love fast cars so much? Why I like speed? As I grow responsible and as I try to look at the foundation of everything, I’ve really been stumped by those two questions. Recently, I sat down with my father in law and asked him why he loved the speed. Great person to ask, since he has a ten second hotrod with all the bells and whistles, of course for track raising only.

He didn’t seem to really have the same questions. He simply loves it, therefore he does it…