Pulling up to the local car storage in his pickup, with trailer attached, Tim’s heart began to pump just a little bit faster and his anticipation grew like an air bubble ready to burst. What rested behind the metal door in front of his was, in his mind, all that heaven could ever be. It was his race car, and it was his passion. Taking it out to the track to work on it with his team was his favorite pastime and what he aspired to do every spare moment of his time. Driving that mean machine sent chills up and down his arms and plastered a grin across his face that even watching his favorite football team score couldnt produce.He had racing in his blood, and racing on his mind, day or night. The local car storage staff knew him by name and by reputation, as he was more like a local racing celebrity than even he had realized. Every once in a while someone would surprise him by picking his out of a grocery store checkout line and asking for an autograph, praising him for his racing skills and acting as if he was some kind of hero. But to Tim, it was all about the car. Every inch of that seamlessly crafted machine was his blood, sweat and tears, and without it, well, he guessed he’d just have to create another one. But right now, he had only one thing on his mind, and as he hitched up his beautiful automobile, with bright purple racing stripes and various neon green accents, he knew that his life was moving at just the speed that he was wanting it to go fast.