FOUR ON THE FLOOR

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