Is anyone else jonesing for a holeshot?

Sitting here watching it snow, and just dieing for a blast of gforce. I wanna be slammed in the seat, hear the rpm's coming up, feeling it up my spine, becoming part of the machine. As my consciousness fights its way through the euphoria, the only thing in my vision is the hood scoop and blue skies. I realize for the umpteenth consecutive time that the shift light will never do on THIS run. Were doin this baby by ear! Grab 2 begin to see the grand stands, then the scoreboard, then touchdown, give the wheel a little wiggle hen the shocks rebound, no time to cheer yet. Grab 3, look over your shoulder, wind her up to redline, glance at the oil pressure gauge, trip the beams. Its over. Interesting how that small fraction of a minute can consume a fella in these dormant winter months. Just wandering if anyone else is going through this same detox?