THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

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