THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're launched 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. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life