Personal Narrative Essay: What I Want To Go Fast?

Growing up, all I really wanted to do is go fast. Since my father is a mechanic and a drag racer, it was inevitable that I would be involved in the culture as well. Whether it be on my bike, a dirt bike, an ATV, or cars; I’ve raced them all. I was not only interested in speed, but also improving whatever I had at the time to make it go even faster. I fell in love since the beginning, but I never questioned the reasoning behind it.
Ever since I could turn a wrench, I have been working on cars. I love it, it’s the favorite of all my passions, and I can’t get enough of it. I was grown into this culture because of my father, and it’s for this reason that I never stopped to ask just why I was so attracted to it. It wasn’t until recently that I asked my father how and why he got into cars.
It all goes back to my great paternal grandmother. As the story goes, my father’s uncle bought her a new Cadillac; she drove it once and didn’t like it. She never really knew about cars, but she always said, “If it doesn’t go fast, or burn rubber, it’s not worth it!” So, my father’s uncle bought her a 1978 Ford Fairmont with a Boss

The feeling you get from winning is a combination between endorphins, dopamine, and adrenaline. This intern fuels the feeling we as “gear heads” crave and enjoy so much. Plus, it gives us bragging rights amongst our fellow car enthusiasts. Every person at the track has a drive for these bragging rights, and it’s this competitiveness that only fuels the fire for our addiction. Being competitive, is a defining quality for any athlete or anyone in a sport. It’s in a “racers DNA”, we as car enthusiasts are stuck on the idea of improving our cars to beat everyone and anyone that lines up next to us on the track. Even if we lose, we will be constantly thinking about making the proper adjustments to our cars and come back better and faster. Or, it may not even be at a track but also a car