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Originally Posted by Phil
hey, he understands detroit muscle. case closed.
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I grew up with it all around me. My father runs a business, where we drive around the countryside, taking dirt roads, the less traveled ways, and scope out peoples yards and fields for old beaters and rusting muscle. Than we bring back to the shop, turn dirt to diamonds and get em out the door.
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There's something majestic about sliding that shifter into first, having the back tires grip the ground, the tires peel back and shoot off like a rubber band zipping you along, your car rising off the ground, you cant make out what's going past you, you just know... I'm going fast... And no... You're Ricer can't do this.
