FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life.