THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations 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 flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Just about every