FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. Others