THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're launched forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Others