On the next ride, my body and mind were more prepared. The sensations, while still strong, weren’t overwhelming. However, the logical side of my brain still protested and wanted me to get out of the car as soon as possible. For the most part, though, I was calm and knew I was stuck for at least a little while. My body became comfortable with the sensations and my mind began to think of roller coasters, which is interesting because roller coasters terrify me, even though I know they’re not going to fall off their rails. My mind’s ability to process and make sense out of situations like this fascinates me. Nevertheless, given my personal history of anxiety and high blood pressure, the experience is still a mentally and physically draining ordeal.

I do see how the speed and rush can become addicting. I have experienced random urges to call my friend and ask about going for another ride. I have spoken to others who’ve ridden in his car as well, and everyone has an opinion about it. Regardless of whether or not they were seasoned street racers or novices, nearly all agreed that it was a terrifying experience that thoroughly scared them, and yet they also confessed to enjoying it. Only two people have ever told me that they loved riding in the car and felt no fear when moving at such a great speed. However, both of these people also noted their natural desire for taking risks and their enjoyment of thrill-seeking activities, which I feel goes a long way to explaining their reaction to riding in my friend’s car.e