This is a rather bad description of what I sell my soul to experience...

Come down the last turn...shift down to second and the engine whines in protest, but you're already on the gas, edging forward. the black vtec is behind, pulling, its secondary cam profile kicking in. it grows larger in the mirror. but it can't push you off the line. you are approaching redline and suddenly WHAM, the shifter bangs into third. the honda is closing in, the 500 extra revs in a gear helping. but then he shifts, and you hear the cam whine die down. the main straight....you see the stands...the guys are waving...the arch approaches...you're hitting over 150...3rd gear is almost at redline...the arch is overhead...dab the brakes...change line NOW....hug the inside...come down to c2...where every car guy loses it sooner or later...bang back into 2nd, and the revs rise to over 7000...mechanical overrev, the ecu is powerless to prevent it...you're doing 120 in 2nd in the baleno as you dab the brakes, commit to the left, and power through. you're not karun or jd, so your tyres squeal. you see rupees being burnt, as you lay a thick track of rubber down. you grin. the car straightens out...you look to c3...anything is easier than c2, and the left hander passes easily...oh no its the s and the hairpin...straighten the s...you can NEVER get the right line on the hairpin...power out of it wheels spinnng again, yes you're grinning...where's that vtec now? bang into third down the small back straight...time for the slow left, but you know this line down pat...shift to second, power over the bridge. ride 2nd to third into the last turn...out of it in 2nd...you're down on revs so you shift back into 2nd...power out big...the main straight awaits and the honda is now next to you...