FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That pedal sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Others see it