Four on the Floor

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others see i

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