THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Others see it