PITLANE - Bonus

The sound of a roaring engine and screeching tires evokes the feeling of a nighttime romance at speed: as if all your valuables are packed in a gold chain and a set of tools in the trunk, and the rest is a fleeting snapshot under a strobe light. Bravado and danger go hand in hand with weary warmth - farewells at crossroads, brotherly loyalty, plans for millions, and fear of a bad turn; the air smells of gasoline, sweat, and a slight nostalgia for a time when all that was needed was drive. Life here is a series of quick turns and hidden maneuvers, where “everything you like is ephemeral,” but that doesn't diminish the desire to take what's yours: to win, to shine, to never give up. The ironic, soft note at the end is like a cigarette after a race: everything is noisy and rowdy, but somewhere inside there is warmth and a kind of homely code.