THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life.