I like speed. I understand speed. I really do. But at some point, something gets to be so fast that everything about it, including life itself, becomes completely meaningless. It induces existential crisis. This is the Slot Car Racing European Championship, and it is not the slot cars you played with as a kid.
When I was slightly too old to still play with slot cars I just about demanded my parents buy me a slot car track that featured two Jeep-like vehicles racing through a scene that was a total Indiana Jones ripoff. I loved it. This is so many times faster my brain can barely comprehend it.