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We pay tribute to the automotive Gods with our blood, sweat, and tears everytime we work on our cars. For every rusted bolt we free, for every overengineered part we replace, for every proper fix and half-assed repair, we thank the gods for the glory of the internal combustion engine and soon we will be thankful for the quiet terror of torque of the electric motor. We pay tribute so that we may enjoy those fleeting moments behind the wheel, those moments where man and machine become one, the mechanical an extension of ourselves. The automotive Gods are Just, they do not discriminate against those who are pure of heart, from the rustiest hoopty to the most powerful of exotics, if your heart is pure and intentions noble you are accepted in the eyes of the Gods. But there are demons we must watch for, hellaflush and ricer, we must avoid staring into the Vortex lest it swallow us whole. If you've strayed off the path you need not fear eternal damnation, repentance is possible in the eyes of the Gods. We revel in the thought of taking an old beaten and forgotten miserable car and showering it in love so that it may raise itself from the oxide reborn as the mighty turbo phoenix. And we lust after giant offroad diesels, and carbonfiber beauties that want to kill. Whatever your perversion you'll find others who share it. This has become a sacred place, AI, for grearheads on all walks to enjoy and share their experiences in the light of the true gods. For us to show our own tributes to the gods. So do tell, false mod of AI, for what are we paying you tribute?
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