I don't know what it is that makes it impossible not to appreciate fast cars.

Is it the low grumble of the car as it approaches the starting blocks? Is it the screech of the engine as the driver tests the throttle? Perhaps it's the heavy scent of fuel in the air that makes you feel slightly guilty but also incredibly excited?

It's probably all of the above, but after my short experience in a rally car around the Pohe Island track, you can understand why motorsport is a lifestyle for so many New Zealanders.

Now, I don't pretend to

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