📍 ‘The difference between bravery and stupidity? Roughly ten miles per hour.’
Speed isn’t merely about getting somewhere first. It’s a language — a dialect spoken in exhaust notes and turbo whines, written in carbon fibre and courage.
From Bugatti to Koenigsegg, we chase velocity not out of necessity, but because it makes our hearts race faster than our engines.
The human need for speed isn’t learned — it’s inherited.
Read on… the story behind our obsession with the fast and the fearless.
◼︎ Since the dawn of civilisation, humankind has been captivated by speed — from galloping horses across the plains to the shriek of jet engines.
◼︎ It’s an ancient thrill, deeply rooted in our collective DNA: a need to compete, to go further, faster, louder.
◼︎ What began as a survival instinct evolved into a luxury pursuit — the modern chariots of the elite, built not for transport but for transcendence.
◼︎ Enter the supercar, the hypercar, and ultimately, the megacar — machines so potent they bend physics and flirt with divinity.
◼︎ Christian von Koenigsegg defines the term clinically: a megacar must deliver over one megawatt of power. Yet beneath the statistics lies something primal.
◼︎ The vibration through the steering wheel and the symphony of turbos and valves are not just speed; they are liberation made mechanical.
◼︎ We don’t worship speed for its numbers, but for how it makes us feel — alive, untethered, gloriously human.
◼︎ We never stop learning the Language of Speed, which is written not in ink but in tyre smoke and heartbeat.
📍 ‘Speed is the only language spoken fluently by the truly impatient.’
