THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others