FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Just about eve