FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Just about every one