FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life.