The desert is relentless. The sun beats pitilessly down on the roof of the vehicle and warms the sand to scorching temperatures. The outdoor thermometer shows 39 degrees Celsius – and that’s in winter. The extreme conditions drive my pulse up and demand my full concentration. Every time I climb the crest of a dune, there’s brief silence before I let the car roll down slowly to the other side. I feel like I’m in my element. I try to catch the perfect moment, harnessing the momentum to catapult myself onto the next dune crest with a spirited dab of the throttle.