FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That pedal sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Just about ever