THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life.