THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're pushed forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life