Four on the Floor

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed.
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