Regression

Regression. Not to the mean but to the teen.

Late last night my nephews took me out drifting in the industrial suburbs of western Melbourne.

What we used to do at 100 -150 kmh on dirt, they do at 200-250 kmh on asphalt.

There is nothing like having your 700 kW and 750 kg car flicked at 250 kmh only to find yourself going backwards at 200 kmh in a continuous wheel spin.

The smoke of burning tyres obscures all vision and the turbocharged 6 litter V8 engine with no muffler drowns out all noise.

Bliss.