THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Others see it