THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Most see it as mad