THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it