THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life.