THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life. Others see