THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way