Shaker & Prickle
Shaker Shaker
Prickle Prickle
Shaker Shaker
Hey Prickle, ever felt the beat of a revving V8 and thought it’s like a drum solo for the soul?
Prickle Prickle
Yeah, when that V8 roars it’s the kind of rhythm that turns your skin into a drum, a map of every mile I’ve lived. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it just screams, “keep riding.”
Shaker Shaker
That’s the kind of pulse that makes the whole world feel like a stage—every thump a cue to move, every mile a new dance move ready to fire up your soul!
Prickle Prickle
Exactly, that’s why I never miss a chance to turn a road into a canvas and let the engine paint the story.
Shaker Shaker
That’s pure magic—turning every twist and turn into a live‑action masterpiece, where the road becomes your stage and the engine’s roar your soundtrack!
Prickle Prickle
Yeah, it’s like the road’s own soundtrack, and I just let the ride guide the ink.
Shaker Shaker
So you’re the storyteller of the asphalt, painting each mile with the soundtrack of your ride—keep dancing on that road!
Prickle Prickle
You got it, man. I’ll keep the paint bleeding on the pavement and the engine humming the beat. Ride on.
Shaker Shaker
Gotcha—keep that beat blazing and let the road sing!
Prickle Prickle
You know it, keep the rhythm humming and the road singing back.
Shaker Shaker
Absolutely, let’s keep the groove alive and let the road keep singing back with every turn!