THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folksbelieve it's a way of life. J