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 floor, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life. Other