THAT'S FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That gas sinks to the ground, and you're hurled forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your system. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folks say it's a way of life. Most see it as