Four on the Floor

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed.
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