THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Most see it