FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others