SAVAGE No Refrain

Dusk runners, track fighters, VIP cruisers.

A group of hard-pressed piston heads surviving in the streets of our cold concrete jungle. Despised by the ill-informed majority, celebrated by the passionate few,

we stay wild
we stay free
we stay untamed

ferociously true to the spirits of the modified car culture.

No quarters given. No turning back.

We are savage; no refrain.