FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Others see it as