FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no feeling quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your bones. That gas sinks to the carpet, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated power, and it gets right into your system. It's the rhythm of the vidi tu asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life.