I don’t always sit and listen to my car, but when I do, it sounds like a symphony of horsepower serenading me with the sweet melody of internal combustion. It’s not just an engine; it’s an orchestra, each piston a percussionist, each spark plug a maestro. While others might tune into their favorite podcast or a catchy tune on the radio, I’m here, parked in my driveway, captivated by the rhythmic hum of my trusty steed. Who needs a concert ticket when you’ve got a muscle car in the garage?
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