THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. Many folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others see it