spinning tires, reving engines, smoke rolling and being pined in your seat.
Faster and faster you go but wait, there is a curve ahead do i slow Oh no, i do not slow faster i go into a slid. Pulling the rear-end away from straight slamming the gas i pass the point of no return. Palms sweaty, heart racing, loosin up your grip and let the wheel turn. The apex of the bank comes and passes. Out of control you find perfect control as you pull the wheel back to center and floor the gas, you pull straight and ride on waiting for the next curve you find that control is not always where you think. But if you put your self in the curve you will find raw control.