Some days I would like to be a boy.

Fast cars that disappears before you manage to turn your head properly, and that leaves you with exploded ears and head by the end of the first lap. Screaming people, little space and engines just slightly bigger than the one in the familycar. An announcer yelling all over the place, nasal and enthusiastic, and that silent wish for being able to be in the racing car for nothing more than one round, just to feel the kick of speed and motion. Daytona 500, and even though I didn't really bother to sit there and watch 208 laps, was it still insane.