FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others see