Riding in a supercar changed my life

Like most people spending the majority of their time on the internet, I'm not happy. I don't wake up happy, I don't smile much during the day, and I don't go to bed wishing the whole merry world good night. But yesterday, dear friends, I experienced true existential joy, the sort of primal exaltation typically reserved for religious experiences or astonishingly great sex — and it was all thanks to a supercar.
My ridiculously fortunate job has me at the Goodwood Festival of Speed