The sounds of race day drown in your adrenaline as you approach the gate. Start banners and background images blur, until only the course glows in front of you.
Voices are obscure and distant.
The world has turned into muffled, white noise. You can smell the focus, almost taste the fluorocarbon on your bases. You have trained for this event. You know the course like your girlfriend s eyes. Yet, you still stare out at the beast, glaring at the first big kicker.