THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine rumbles, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it as