FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. Some folksthink it's a way of life. Most see it as