FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life