The Grand Prix prayer:
The Grand Prix is my shepherd; I shall not want. It maketh me burnout on black pavements; It leadeth me beside busy freeways; It restoreth my soul; It leads me in the path of quickness for its names sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of rice, I shall fear no turbo, for Torque art with me; Thy rod and thy piston they comfort me. Thou preparest a Track for me in the presence of my enemies; Thou hast anointed my bearings with oil; My car overpowers. Surely traction and victory shall follow me, All the days of my life, And I shall dwell in the house of the V6, Forever.
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