THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Just about