Four on the Floor

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A hea
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