When A Man Holds You Round The

Pure Driving, Pure Racing, That´s What Makes Me Happy.

And Suddenly I Realised That I Was No Longer Driving The Car Consciously. I Was Driving It By A Kind Of Instinct, Only I Was In A Different Dimension.

I Cannot Live On An Island Of Prosperity When I'm Surrounded By A Sea Of Misery.

It Was Like I Was In A Tunnel. Not Only The Tunnel Under The Hotel But The Whole Circuit Was A Tunnel. I Was Just Going And Going, More And More And More And More. I Was Way Over The Limit But Still Able To Find Even More.

When You're Not Happy, You Need To Be Strong To Change, Resisting The Temptation Of Turning Back. The Weak Goes Nowhere