FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're launched forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Others see it