FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Many folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others see it as