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There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Others see it