THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way