The Merriam-Webster online dictionary defines addiction as "a strong and harmful need to regularly have something (such as a drug) or do something (such as gamble).
Now, this definition is nothing most of us haven't heard, and I don't feel it describes my general makeup. Well, unless you consider caffeine "strong and harmful," then I'm guilty. Other than that, I'm absolutely confident that I don't have an addictive personality—to drugs, alcohol, or gambling (I always lose my ass in Las Vegas, so gambling is out). I am all-good.
Then I started thinking about the fact that I can't help but do everything I can to make my fourth-gen Camaro go faster—either with engine mods or suspension upgrades. For some reason, no matter what I've recently upgraded on the car, after driving it for a while, I always feel the need to do more. So, I asked myself, "Do I need it regularly? Is it strong and harmful? Is there a possibility that I have an addictive personality?"
If so, the first thing I must do is admit I have a problem. So here goes: My name is Nick Licata and I'm addicted to speed. Not the downtown street drug type, but more like the adrenaline rush kind. Unfortunately, to me there's nothing in the world that compares to hammering the right pedal while simultaneously lifting the left and feeling the sensation of the car launching forward while the g-forces compress my body into the seat. Combine that with the menacing sound of the exhaust and the tires screaming in resistance, and there's no way my foot is coming up. In fact, my brain is reluctant to send the message to my leg that we've gone well past the finish line. OK, so maybe I do have a "little problem." But like the saying goes, "misery love company," and I'm fortunate to have the biggest support group ever: the readers of this magazine, website, and all of the followers on the Camaro Performers social media sites. Yes! That means there are close to 2 million of us big horsepower, corner cutting, Camaro-driving, endorphin-releasing "speed freaks."
That same Merriam-Webster dictionary also defines Support Group as, "a group of people with common experiences and concerns who provide emotional and moral support for one another."
So it looks like we're all in this together!
Now, I'm no doctor and don't possess a Ph.D., but I've gone ahead and made my own diagnosis, anyway. We all have a medical condition called "excessive personalities." And due to this not being widely recognized (and the fact that I just made it up), there is no 12-step program, no antidote, and no dramatic intervention-based reality television show developed to deal with our condition, it's just something we'll have to live with.
So, should you consider yourself one of the millions with an "excessive personality," not to worry. Your local support group is available and waiting for you at the nearest dragstrip, autocross, or road course. And they are there to help … help you go even faster, that is!
Nick Licata, Editor