THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Others see it