THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Others see it