THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the ground, 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 song of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Most see it