FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're launched 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. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it as