THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Just about