THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Just about every