THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folksbelieve it's a way of life. Most see it