Dragstrip Read Count : 6

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Tires wrinkle from all the torque,

and the beast is launched from all the force.  The engine roars, a thunderous sound, and the earth trembles shaking the ground. A quarter mile from start to end, horsepower and torque combine for the win. Fragrant smells of rubber and fuel, the purging of nitrous and the turbo spool. It will nearly overload the senses, and the thirst for speed that it quenches. Bragging rights and a cash prize, the will to win in each racers eyes. Let's build a car and let it rip, making a run down the local dragstrip.

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  • Aug 26, 2019

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