THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Many folksthink it's a way of life. Others see it as mad