Everyone in the world has its habit or passion which keeps him busy in his life and makes his life more interesting. Someone has a habit of sports or pet keeping etc. but main passion is very interesting that is car racing Every Saturday night during my holidays I get to experience a rush and addiction which is driving my race car. Sitting there with anticipation, strapped in with all my seat belts so tight I can’t move. I am holding the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white, looking around and knowing the other drivers want to win as badly as I do, all of us just waiting for the officials to wave us onto the track. Out on the track, I am lined up in tenth place, the fifth row, on the outside and rolling slowly bumper to bumper and side by side. I feel the guy behind my nudging me with anxiousness, hitting my bumper wanting to unleash the car he pilots. The sound of the cars all revving their engines to clean out the cobwebs, I shake my head and breathe deep, all my senses are acute. The smell of racing gas in my nose, the vibration of horsepower ready at my feet and hands straining to leap like a horse out of the gate. My hands grip the wheel while the flagman holds the green flag close to him, waiting to let us go. The green flag waves out and I smash the gas pedal to the floor, all I hear is the roar of the exhaust. I drive into the corner side by side with fenders scraping, I can smell my brakes getting hot as I try to slow down to take the corner, the high pitch of rubber squealing and the smell of it burning in my nose. I feel I am driving the car well past what it was designed to do, taking it to its limits, the car is sliding a bit sideways as I hit the pedal to the floor again. Salty sweat is running down my forehead from the heat, it is burning my eyes, making it hard to see. My head is forced against the right side of my seat head rest from the G force of the car powering around the corner. And race start after whistle.
I modify my car with nose, a boost gauge, an inter-cooler possibly, a better intake manifold, a turbo management system, cold air intake. This is expensive passion but I love to modify a car. This passion is fettle to life but I am trying to reduce it because it is very dangerous and risk for your life but When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.
Muhammad Sohaib Khan
Ever since I was a little boy, I have always had a passion for cars. I have always had the passion about the engineering, the design and the art of cars. I also enjoy reading about what the car is capable of doing. When I was young I started collecting small toy cars and parked them up on my study table. I told myself from that day, that my dream and my goal is to own a nice collection of classic and modern supercars one day. I grew up around cars. It was something that I had been around so much, that I grew to love it. As a kid, you would find car magazines and brochures on my shelves and Ferrari posters on my walls. Don’t ask me why cars are my passion, I can’t give you a qualified answer. As I grew older the passion of cars became more of the daily thing. I realized that real cars are more intricate and even more fascinating than the ones that fit in the palm of my hand. Each car has a beating heart of its own called an engine. I love the sound, speed and especially the looks of these rolling masterpieces.
The inspiration of cars will never escape out of my mind. This quality about me will never change or alter in any way. I dream them, I feel them and I think about them all the free time I have. There are many cars which are my favorite. Especially Lamborghini Aventador. It is a great supercar with a top speed of 350 km/h. I definitely want one. Actually there is a list of cars that I want which include BMW, Mercedes, Ferrari, Bentley, Lexus, Pagani, Hummer, Maybach, RollsRoyce, Range Rover and so on. It is my dream to drive world’s fastest sports car Bugatti Veyron. Officials recorded an average top speed of the original version of 408.47 km/h. It is my dream to own that car one day.
But the car I love is my own Honda Civic Reborn. I just can’t find pleasure in driving any other car. It gives me happiness like no other thing can. Its top speed is 214 km/h up to which I have driven it. It is the best car I ever had. There is no alternative for it. It has a 1.8 i-VTEC engine which gives it ultimate speed. The power you can feel while accelerating it is just something that is so amazing.
I was quiet, a loner. I was one of those children, if you put me in a room and gave me some crayons and a pencils, you wouldn’t hear from me for nine straight hours. And I was always drawing racing cars, rockets and planes, things that were very fast that would take me away.