The thrill of the race starts with everyone at the starting position. Ready to take off, revving the engines. The exhilaration of going around the track is all the fun we need the first time we get going.
Get around the track and don't crash. Take it slow if you have to. The goal is to finish. Winning would be great, but not necessary.
The light is red. No one is allowed to move.
Then it turns green, and everyone takes off.
The car starts off slowly, as the engine is full of life.
Picking up speed, the transmission shifts into second gear, then third.
Who cares about finishing, this is fun.
Let's go faster.
Pushing in the clutch, and shifting into fourth and then fifth, the world zooms by as the speed continues to go higher.
100 mph, 110, 120...
Zoom, zoom.
The surroundings become a blur. We can't tell who's watching and who's not.
We're focussed on the race. We have to stay on the road. Speed is the desire.
Zoom, zoom.
The race gets faster as finish line approaches.
The car used to be much slower.
Life used to be slower.
As we look forward to our goals, our vacations, our retirement, time zooms by like a jet fighter until all time stops.
The race will then be over.
We will be dead.
And someone else will take our place as driver of another car in the same race.
Zoom, zoom.
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