THIS HERE 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 carpet, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Just about