Everybody needs something believe in. Whether it’s aliens, the government, underwater basketweaving or that Han shot first, everyone has some sort of moral compass. That compass guides them through life and helps them navigate the good and bad times.

It’s been said that our compass only points one direction at all times—straight ahead. That’s probably true, after all, because above all else we believe in hot, nasty, torque.  The kind of torque that busts axles and frightens passengers is what we believe in. Torque does work. It’s reliable.

We trust torque so much that under the the light of the moon we make sacrifices of beef jerky, light beer and broken pinion gears in a ceremony that only two other people have actually witnessed. It may or may not have been illegal. Wanna join our gang? You don’t need to wear goat leggings or to chant a spell.

Just cop this hoodie and do some burnouts in a car with stock driveline parts. Eventually, torque will say, “Hola, Friend.” and initiate you into the club with a ceremonial stranding of your vehicle. You can thank Torque later.