Four on the Floor

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed.
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