The hallway is dark and ominous, but inviting nonetheless. Each step echoes against the cold tile floor and off the dark glass of the ceiling, reverberating without end. A simple flick and the lights sleepily come to life, flickering tentatively. The door is now so close; bright and flawless. It is a portal and what is the purpose of such a thing? The rhetorical answer grasps the knob for you and swings open the door.
Light. Pure, endless white, flooding your vision and flowing over all. Overexposed reality, a moment of panic swelling into anxiety and finally becoming sweet, sweet, adrenaline. Coursing, flowing, pounding, eviscerating your veins, the best speed money can buy, the purest Columbian white. You. Are. God. The runaway heartbeat is obvious now, flowing through your ears, filling your consciousness with its Siren scream. Here is where many fail, steering too near the jagged rocks. Concentrate. Harder---

---Much better. The world comes into view; the chastity of the light is corrupted. Sad, yes; but the setting of your current existence has begun to unfold. A ribbon of tarmac stretches from west to east, obscured from by the vegetation only a few thousand meters distant in either direction. Spotlights are perched high on their watchtowers, living to spite of the God of Night.

But nothing here is as visceral as the Roar. Millions screaming in a chaotic frenzy that has become one, a single note permeating the air. It is monstrous yet beautiful; hellish but serene.

Focus.

Mount thy crown Lord, ready yourself for battle. Your steed awaits, its impatience is evident. The curvature of its aluminum is of both beauty and function, enveloping the beast within. Under the flawless shine of the hood lies a creature untamed and evil. It desires to destroy all, to decimate anything that can exist. It lives only to expend its own unimaginable power; to roar and scream with fury and blood-lust. All 12 cylinders, perfectly identical, burst to life with a primal growl as a techy flips the start switch. The engine rumbles and shakes your steed, gulping air and fuel with a ravenous appetite.
A quick check is in order, and as you round the vehicle your fingertips can’t help but touch her. They are intoxicated by the rise and fall of her every flawless concave and convex; oh, this is love and lust! Desire, unknown to any being!

You slip into the bucket seat, ready the harness, and attach the steering wheel. The Roar falls as the seconds count down. The right hand falls onto the shifter. Left hand on the wheel. Right foot on the throttle. Left on the clutch. Concentrate. Harder.

--Your right hand is the shifter, your left the steering wheel. The beast has been reigned, and only for you, because there is no defining line to separate it. One mind, one being.

There is not even a whisper. The air is still, so absolutely still. Time is nonexistent. This is it, the moment that has been replayed in the mind of a man that once stood before his steed. He no longer exists; the same for the steed. There is a being comprised of both; now, in this very instant there is nothing but the road ahead.
Green light. Drop the clutch into first gear, feel her explode forward. Off the line, wish reality farewell. Second gear, third gear, fourth, fifth, sixth…..

And Bliss.