THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're launched forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life