THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Most see it as