FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That pedal sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Others see it