FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a blur. 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. Most see it