FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, 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