My commute is exactly 1.8 miles. The middle of the drive is a 0.7-mile stretch of park road that allows me to accelerate from a stop sign to 50 miles per hour. This length of road takes less than a minute to traverse, and for those brief moments, I feel as if I’m drag racing. I enjoy that time tremendously and look forward to it every day. When chronic illness makes larger issues challenging, we can enhance the quality of our lives by embracing smaller pleasures. No matter how I feel or what happens during my day, for two brief periods every day I feel like Speed Racer, the cartoon character of my youth, and it’s a thrill.