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.