THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That accelerator sinks to the floor, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Many folksthink it's a way of life. Others see