The track looks simple: dead straight and wide open.
A quarter mile of opportunity dressed in black, it cares not for pedigree or past. Speed and courage are the only two requirements to be invited onto it's shimmering floor. Before the riot of noise and blur of shape that play out here, the strip holds a Sunday brand of silence.
But when the lights count down and the gauges top out, make no mistake: the sound is most unholy.