THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your soul. That pedal sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the song of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life. Most see it