THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're launched forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Others see