THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

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