To each their own. It’s a saying that speaks volumes. From across the room you can hear someone whisper it. It serves purpose to not having to understand another opinion, another lifestyle, or another family. You accept without question. Because to someone else: it’s completely natural. To race fans, it’s exactly that.

Every single person in the world is different, but we do share similar genes. All of them are heretic: some are musical, some are athletic, and some are talent of color, math, word, design, or dream. Some contain octane.

The need for speed can lay dormant in some people for years. Then one day you hear those most famous words of motorsports, and you feel that horsepower come alive. And it’s so loud that it overtakes you, it shakes you, and something inside within you awakes you. Like you have been dreaming of your life, and then wake up into a world of racing. It’s part of your genetic make up. It’s the racing gene. The gene is not sexist, racial, or regional. It’s just amazing.

Racing is so much more then just Fast Cars, but what two cooler words would there be to describe it? Fast Cars.

Granted, it’s not for everybody. Some people just don’t understand it. Some people could careless about horsepower, track bars, and chassis. Some people don’t like Fast Cars. Some people don’t have the gene. For the people that do have it, it’s our own thing. And to each their own, indeed!

Speed is what flows through the collective racing fans heart. It’s what separates us from the rest of the world. It is an exclusive club. Membership is on the rise, and future generations will be grandfathered in. On any given day, anywhere in the world, initiations are taking place. It starts with a sparkle in the eye, and is kicked off with the ceremonial right of passage. Let’s Go Racing!