Speed. Power figures. Time. These are numbers which are of second nature in the automotive world. We are deeply engrossed in how much (or how fast) a car can do. Of course, I'm speaking on behalf of the general crowd who are just as passionate about cars or things on wheels as we do.
And I realise that it can do more bad than good.
I am one of the lucky few to have tasted the sheer excitement of a sub three-second supercar. Many have tasted more. But I am grateful enough, for I was born with no silver spoon and none of the pennies to grab hold of one.
I am not going to brag about it because speed (or the desire for it) is a double-edged sword. When mishandled, it can leave you wanting more, and ditch you like an unwanted child when you've had the most of it. No one wants to be a homeless kid, nor do they need to be one to understand the sorrows.
Then, we are very commonly exploited to the idea that "it's not about the car, but the driver". Likewise, the people making tyres will have you believe that power is nothing without control. The driver is king, and his car is merely one of his servants carrying out his orders, dutifully. Hence, there is no escaping from the responsibilities of being the driver.
Then, you may blame the suffocating lifestyles for your harsh, brash driving. Needless to say, that is just one of the dumb excuses. Trying to save time on your commute? Doing 120km/h instead of 90km/h won't save you a quarter of an hour. Our puny island, with its mostly choked and clogged roads, is no heaven for speed demons.
I am sure you must have gotten my drift by now. It is high time that we learn to take things slower, because our hectic driving style is really pointless. Then again, I may not practice what I preach - most men don't, anyway.