I want to go back to the track. I want to live at the track. I want to go fast all the goddamn time. I want the 228i to pass me this lap so I can catch him on the next one. I want to come into a corner a little to hot and scare myself. I want to hear those Pirellis fuckin’ sing. I want to learn and get faster. I want to ride in that old guy’s Lotus. I want to feel alive. I want to go back to the track.