Do you know that feeling when you just want to run? You want to run as fast as you can and never stop again? When you feel like you have hornets under your bum, like you’re inside a beehive, sitting on needles, with quicksilver in your blood? Those days when you are going through the evening traffic and everything is just so slow around you it almost drives you crazy. At every red light you feel like you want to take a big leap and jump over everyone, to pass them, surpass them, leave everything behind. Or maybe just stand very close to the white stop line, with barely contained energy, letting your engine roar deep and dark, and to then take off at the flash of green, leaving the sport car next to you in your wake, pale and panting.