FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That pedal sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life. Most see it