From the depths of darkness, comes a true king of asphalt. With a blackened fire breathing heart, the beast like hot rod emerges from the shadows. Devouring every white laced peice of shit in its path. All hail his evil intent to purify the broken minded trend loving hungerists, who poisen the drinking water with their ever so fading FADS. The smell of tires becoming intimate amongst the black top permiates the air. As he sets fourth a hellish alcohol scented groul. Smoke and fire close out the non penetrating beams of the feverish sun. The flat black paint hugs the metals as if it were the finest peice of armor. Pridefully intent it sets down the track tearing up the eyes of it's enemies, destroying every last bit of heavenly hope they may have. Leaving them with the feeling of a shattered heart. Cry, you bastereds, Cry. Your daddies over priced toy has been molested. Our savior heads off to whence he came. LONG LIVE THE RAT ROD!!!
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