FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That pedal sinks to the floor, and you're launched forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Just about