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There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Just about eve