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There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. 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 veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Just about