FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life. J