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There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That pedal sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Others