FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That pedal sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folksthink it's a way of life. Others see it as