FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're launched 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. Many folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it as