FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life.