FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Just about eve