THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it