You built it yourself out of a milk crate and the wheels off a pram, and the big hill goes all the way to the beach. Traffic will not move over and the only thing that refills the clock is the next servo. Tuck in a car length behind something and the slipstream charges; pull out and it fires you past. The best air is right on the bumper, which is also where one wobble puts you into the back of it, so every second of charge is a second of nerve. Read the corner, drag your sneaker before the apex, and stay off the nature strip.