THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the song of speed. Many folks say it's a way of life. Just about