THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Others see it