FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life. Others see it