FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life.