Speed’s a raw, high‑octane scream, and the mind’s a black‑hole of thoughts – both unfiltered, unstoppable, and a bit dangerous. When the tires hit the track, the adrenaline spikes just like the rush of those wild ideas. It’s the same kind of rush: you’re alive, the world’s a blur, and the only rule is “don’t stop.” That's what makes it addictive – the same darkness that can push you to the edge is what can also fuel the next big win.

Got it, the engine’s pulse is the real soundtrack to chaos, man. Just keep that spark alive and make sure the shadows don’t turn into traps—fuel the ride, not the fear.