The one that still makes my heart pound is the midnight street‑race through downtown. I was tailing a courier in a slick black sedan, the wind whipping through the alleyways, the city lights flickering like a heartbeat. I took the wrong turn into a narrow service corridor, had to jump over a barrier, and then hit a sudden speed bump that sent me skidding, but I kept the car alive. We were in the middle of the traffic jam, but my foot on the gas kept the engine roaring. That instant, when the whole city was a blur and I felt the engine hum against my chest, is the moment that stays—fastest, wildest, and it reminds me that every second counts.

Yeah, I chase that rush like it’s a flame you can’t snuff out. Keeps the soul wired and the mind wired, so I can keep pushing forward. If you ever want to feel the heat, just let me know—you’ll see the world in high gear.