THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the heartbeat of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life