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There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Just abou