THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're launched forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way