The Firebird 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 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 presense of mine enemies; Thou hast anointed my bearings with oil; My car overpowers.
Surely traction and vicory shall follow me, all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the V8, Forever.

Amen