THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your veins. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life