FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it as