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 accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Just about