I like to think about the solutions. How do we restore it, fix it, improve it?

Thank you to F1. And Drive to Survive. And NASCAR. And IndyCar. And my pinched fingers. And my wounded bank account.

There are probably plenty of distractions in your life already. Don’t let this be one. If you’ve got somewhere you’re supposed to be, go be there (that includes being in the moment). When you’re itching to get away from that tedious to-do, don’t come here.

A race is like a life.

The beginning is nervy and you’re relying on everyone around you doing a lot of big and little things right.

With giddy anticipation – the kind I remember experiencing as a child, catching the first glimpse of Disneyland through palm trees – I crested one more hill among the emerald green wave function that is Wisconsin in August, and heard the roar of engines.

Plenty of people wouldn’t find that appealing, much less romantic. But it’s a veneer. A facade. It’s the thing you see when you haven’t really looked yet. I didn’t come from a racing family. My household had zero interest in it.

I love moments. I’m telling you, I savor moments. Many who know me would find this hard to believe. I take quick looks at the sunrise and the sunset. I absorb sweeping vistas and then return to the hike too quickly for my partner’s taste.