The roaring of the D16 at 4500 revs charging towards the slope of the flyover, the correction of plentiful of bump steers, the blurring of the view through the windshield (okies, i lied, things seems to be slower at high speeds, time seem to slow down), the jerk as we hit the slope of the flyover, the fear to continue flooring the pedal, yet the adrenaline satisfaction refuses me to let go. We seem to be chasing something, but what was it, we don't know... Its just man and machine in unison...

Now it seems, there is something lacking in my life...