FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Just about