THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural noise that shakes your soul. That pedal sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life.