THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life. Ot