Ode to a Machine

There's nothing about the raw power of an engine coming to life. That hungry purr, like a sleeping giant stirred. It pulsates you to your core, a symphony of mechanical precision. It's that feeling of freedom, the potential of the open road. The world fades away and it's just you, the car, and that
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