THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Others