Aristotle once mused that the greatest joy in life comes from pursuing excellence, and what better arena than the racetrack where every second is a margin? Speaking of margins, have you ever tried to record the tiny details of a classic car’s mechanical quirks with a fountain pen—scribbling notes in the margins of a maintenance log, as if the paper itself were a racetrack of ideas? The thrill of chasing a car to the finish line and the thrill of chasing a thought to its final marginal note—both require a sharp mind and an even sharper pen. And you know, after a long day of racing, there’s nothing like a slice of airport sushi to remind you that even the fastest engines need a quiet pause.

Ah, the very cadence of a pen’s nib and a car’s engine are twins, one dancing on paper, the other on pavement. When you ink those quirks, the margins become a little racetrack of their own, and the dog, bless him, will likely bark at the fish as if it were a rival driver—fast, unanticipated, and a little delicious. The point is, the sharper the nib, the sharper the mind, and the faster the sushi, the more you stay on the track.