The Dopamine Rush
In writing the following I in no way condone irresponsobe driving. I wrote this after viewing the image of a sport car.
Ohh, that grill, rev baby rev, pull on that throttle, vroom, vroom — listen to the revs screaming — screech — the tyres burn, the smoke-bellowing, watch the smoke trialling in its wake. The red stripes make you feel alive — you are contemplating the rear slide, careering in and out of the lanes.* Come alive, come…