THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folksbelieve it's a way of life. Just about