They say picture speaks a thousand or million words, not sure any person knows a million words..... stay with me I will get to the essence of racing and the meaning of life.
None of them Martian wimmins are hawt. You could call them a trophy queen but they will never make a man loose his mind and do all the crazy things that lust will drive a man to do.
Fast cars, good music, and hawt wimmins is more than an idea it is the experience that makes it worthwhile.
Racing is a very very sensual thing as well. The raw noise, the smell of the gas, the feel of the speed, hitting the apex. If you have racing in your blood, hot damn it is about as much raw pleasure as a man can ever stand and you definitely feel it in ways that are just to profound for words.
In such moments you feel more alive than ever, you even feel yourself talking faster in the moment. It is a passion thats makes many go broke pursuing an almost insane impossibile dream and never regretting the choice. It was/is simply what they had to do to be true to their passion, to be true to themselves.
Hawt wimmins is a part of the trinty that a high strung racer needs along with the fast cars.
They aint no hawt wimmins in Mars, no posterior driven dreams that go on to infinity, and they aint nobody thats even running Martian races on a simulator ......