THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others see it