FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Ot