FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Most see it