THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine rumbles, 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 might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life.