THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Most see it as