FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Just about eve