Motor Racing. Oh yes. Forget writing, that's waaay too hard (people who don't write tend to think it's easy eh?), but yes.

I can see myself now with my fancy new name ( Michael J Trippz or something ), and my tricked out, big tired, turbocharged 9 Litre Behemoth ramming a qualification lap on some exotic track.

The crowds all holding banners and screaming my name as I let the engine cut loose and push me and my car off the grid like a comet, tucked tight into that cockpit and watching for the redline as the needle hits two-fifty and my vision is tunnelled by speed and my skin begins to peel from my face with the G Force, the downforce glueing the car to the track and the whole world receding in a frenzied motion blur of thunder.

But, I'm not am I?

No matter, sometimes the dream is enough, and there's always Forza.

In a perfect world, I would want to teach English to kids. I don't mean helping those who don't speak the language learn to use it, but to show kids at a young age how powerful their words can be. I want to show them how much fun writing can be, and how much fun writing WELL can be.

Words are also tools, and it's important to teach people that, because like any tool they can be used both constructively and destructively. It is essential to learn how to use words properly in order to build anything.