Why do I love cars and racing so much? This might explain it:

"The engine understands my rage.
It does not cower, or ask why.
It just screams with me.
Together, as one perfect incarnation of anger,
we let our antipathy rip the night air apart around us.
At 100 miles per hour... the only thing that matters anymore is going faster.
I become afraid of my own right foot.
My fear only angers me more, so I push harder.
The engine shouts its own rage even louder in reply.
As the needle rises, I get closer, and closer to that peace I seek.
The car is the only thing on Earth that understands what must be done with anger.
She allows me to unleash it... and I love her for that."

-Jarod Wynde, 4/13/04