FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life