FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Many folksthink it's a way of life