Mekanic
Injector Guy
The Corvette is my Shepherd
I shall not want.
It maketh me burnout on black pavements.
It ledeth me beside busy freeways.
It restoreth my soul.
It leads me in the path of quickness,
for it's 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 comfort me.
Thou preparest a track for me
In the presence of my enemys.
Thou has appointed my bearings with Oil.
My car overpowers.
Surely traction and victory shall follow me.
All the days of my life.
And I will dwell in the house of power, Forever.
Amen.
I shall not want.
It maketh me burnout on black pavements.
It ledeth me beside busy freeways.
It restoreth my soul.
It leads me in the path of quickness,
for it's 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 comfort me.
Thou preparest a track for me
In the presence of my enemys.
Thou has appointed my bearings with Oil.
My car overpowers.
Surely traction and victory shall follow me.
All the days of my life.
And I will dwell in the house of power, Forever.
Amen.
