THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Just about