FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations 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 flash. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others see it